Ties That Bind Book Novels & Stories

There are ties that form beyond the will of man or wolf, ties that do not wait for acceptance. Silence filled the room. Damian's expression hardened, his gaze focusing on the text. They bind through blood, through lineage, through something other than choice. "No," Damian said quietly. He continued reading. Such bonds are rare, often unwelcome and often misunderstood. His jaw clenched as he read on. They do not weaken through distance. They do not fade through denial. Damian paused, his mind moving faster than his body. This wasn't coincidence; this was something. He lifted the scroll again, continuing to read.

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

Victoria led Raven through the aisles hand in hand, fingers laced tight, the obsidian raven pendant at Raven’s throat catching flickers of light with every step. They moved in comfortable silence until Raven stopped before a shelf labeled in silver script: *Veilcraft – Intermediate Bindings*. Her sharp blue eyes scanned the spines—leather cracked with age, titles etched in languages half-forgotten. One volume called to her like a whisper against bone: *The Greater Veil: Finer Threads of Dominion*

With our meals eaten, we moved to the living room to read. Sarael already had the book from Shea and another old book out waiting for me on the sofa. “So, what is the other book?” I asked, nodding to it. “Oh, that’s one of mine. It’s the book I used for binding Isis. I am hoping there will be something about unbinding her inside.” she explained, picking the book up.

Not for them. For me. I stopped when something caught my eye, my fingers hovering over a familiar section of the shelf. The same place I had taken the herbal book from before. My hand moved without thinking, pulling another book free, the leather cover worn and aged like it had been waiting far longer than I had been here. I wiped a thin layer of dust from it with my palm, my eyes scanning the title slowly. Binding. The word alone made something in my chest tighten slightly. I stared at it for a moment longer before opening it carefully, the old pages shifting softly beneath my fingers. The scent of aged paper filled the air as I flipped through the first few pages, my eyes moving over the w

The leader pulled me up by my hair, it felt like my scalp was going to rip off and my feet touching the warm ground, I looked down and realized my shoe was gone. "Now you are awake, it's time to at least save your friend," I looked to see Luna hanging above an iron container. My body was hurting a lot and she was making it worse by pulling on my hair. "It's acid," she whispered into my ears, and my head snapped towards her. "Acid?" I was barely audible. "Your friend is hanging over acid," she pushed my head up showing me the ropes Luna's hands were tied to, "The rope isn't strong anymore, any moment from now she will fall straight into the bowl of acid."

The books were lined up in alphabetical order, the same way Draco had left them, her heart ached at the memories, it all started when that little bastard was born, that was when everything started falling apart. She brought out the book, it was thick and dusty and she dropped it on the table, she flicked them open in haste before stopping on the page she was looking for, the image of the crystal watch was printed boldly on it and below it were the words ' soul binder, it binds the powers of a soul shifter and it prevents people from detecting thier soul powers ' It was the only pair in the world, she knew it because Draco had made it himself, working tirelessly for years until it was success

I was surprised that it was only one page, only a few lines written in the same elegant penmanship as the cryptic notes he sent to me along with the chrysanthemum. 'Between The Binder, Lucretius Xior Franciosa, and The Oathsworn, Euphyllia Ivara Ruinart. 1. The Oathsworn shall be bound in body, soul, and name to The Binder, surrendering her loyalty, companionship, and all rights of intimacy. 2. The Binder shall, in return, grant the Oathsworn his protection, authority, and the means to enact her vengeance upon those who have wronged her.

“Tethered?” I asked, frowning. Draven nodded. “Witches have a way of binding their bloodlines to others. It’s ancient magic, older than most covens remember. A witch like Gloria could have tied Gilly’s life force to her own—an unbreakable bond that strengthens the witch while slowly destroying the tethered one.” Gilly flinched slightly and her eyes fluttered shut. Zone stood tensed beside her, his eyes were then locked on Draven. “We already know that but how sure are you that her life being tied to Gloria’s strengthens Gloria and weaken Gilly?”

Elder Gaunt sneers. “What you should have told him long ago,” Elder Tim laughs. Elder Brooke orders his servants to get the seal and the rite book. The seal and the rite book is brought forward. He presses his thumb into the seal cup, staining it red. But just as he's about to press it against Liam's forehead, the door opens. And Nathan is wheeled in.