Ties That Bind Book Novels & Stories

The bond. Her hand trembled only slightly as she reached for the leather bound tome she’d been too afraid to open again. She took it, along with a few smaller texts on pack hierarchy and alpha lineages, and carried them to her usual spot by the tall window. She sank into the armchair, tucking her legs beneath her, and opened the book. This time, she didn’t stop at the first mention of mating bonds. Curled up on the velvet seat Aria placed ‘The History of the Mating Bond’ on her lap and she forced herself to read.

I noticed her closely that she always have a problem with tying either her necklace or her shoes laces. I tip toed towards her so she couldn't sense my presence. I bent down in front of her and remove her fingers from the laces. "Let me..."I said to her and before she could protest,my fingers already begun their task while I felt her constant stare on me. "Done..."I got up on my feet and dusted off my hands once I tied both her boots laces properly. "You know you should do it."She said ticking a hair strand behind her ear.

"Annie, sweetheart. Slow down. Why don't we eat and talk about it over dinner?" I didn't know if it was the baby that bonded Annie and Lissa, or if the connection would have formed so strongly on its own. She had other friends, but Lissa was more like a sister. Couple that with Dan being like a brother, and we had our own little familial compound going with them now next door. I made her promise not to say anything to Lissa about the ring, but when I showed it to her, I wasn't sure she'd be able to keep that agreement.

“Good girl. Now reach out for him through your bond. I know we aren’t marked but our bond is strong. I know you can feel it.” I did as he asked, searching my soul for that thread that connected me to Finn. At first it felt thin, like a brittle fiber that could be easily snapped in two. But the more I focused on it, the more it grew until it became as strong and indestructible as a steel cable. A bright, glowing light surrounded the tether as it flowed up and down along the line. I willed myself to delve into the light to explore beneath it and as soon as I broke the surface, an unshakable sense of peace enveloped me. Faithfulness, devotion, trust, lust, need, adoration, love. That was all I

“How do you know how to read this? No one in the pack touches these books. They are locked away for a reason.” “I just do,” I said. My voice sounded different for a second. Clearer and steadier. “It is called Echo Binding. That is what is happening. Someone imprinted pieces of him into me. It is not random. It needs a compatible host, someone already weak or dying.” Rhydian grabbed my arm, grip firm but not painful. “Echo Binding? Keep reading. What else does it say? Tell me everything.”

I was cuddling the man who had put a blood bind on me. And I couldn't even for the life of me find anything wrong in my actions. What the hell is wrong with me? It's the mate bond, Lunex confessed. What? That's why. You keep asking yourself why you can't resist him, why your body keeps— She paused. It's the bond, Taylor. What you both have is a real fated bond and unlike the bind from being marked by someone. It pulls you both together. It always will. Fighting it is practically impossible.

Okay on my way" he says walking back Okay, see you soon. Daniel reaches out; it appears the lady isn’t there yet. After some minutes, he hears the sound of her footsteps. He’s waiting for her so he could show the book but thinking how he saw his name on that page, he changes his mind. Since it was a small book, he decides to hide it inside the internal pocket of his coat. It was a pretty deep pocket. As soon as he does this, the girl comes out. “I found nothing, please tell me you did”. She asks Daniel with so much expectation in her looks.

Breaking such a pact wasn't just dishonor, it was cause for war, bloodshed, extinction. My breath got hastened when I found the large, iron-bound volume simply titled Blood Bound: Oaths and Obligations of the Northern Clans. I pulled it free and settled at a heavy oak table. The cover creaked as I opened it, and I skimmed the index: “Darkhen,” it reads, “Page 312.” When I finally got to page 312, the text looked dense and unsettling.

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Instead of using a lock an organic substance that resembled thin hardened vines or entwined prickly twigs wrapped around the cover and held it closed. They appeared to have a slight nearly living pulse. I scowled curious. What sort of book was this and why was it bound this way? I tugged harder my fingers grazing the rough intricate surface as I attempted to untangle the odd binding. Then a piercing burning pain. I let out a gasp. I looked down at my finger as I flinched away dropping the book with a loud thump. My skin had a thin deep line that was already crimson and dripping blood. With a sharp hiss of pain I muttered a curse. I had been deeply and sharply cut by the binding.