Ties That Bind Book Novels & Stories

I straightened awkwardly, suddenly aware of Lauren, who was several feet away looking like she had witnessed her own funeral. “I….” I cleared my throat. “I came for the books about omegas.” Osiris repeated with a frown. “Books?” The libertarian told me, There are some books about omega bonds in the east wing’s library.” “Oh!” Osiris nodded. Then, without another word, he lifted the tote bag hanging from his wrist. “Are you talking about these books, Kate?” I grabbed the bag and nearly gasped while checking the books inside it. ‘Fated Bonds and Omega Instincts.’

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Rian’s on the other, wild and bright. Mine at the apex, no longer a leaking vessel but the point where the three currents met and reinforced instead of tearing. For the first time in either life, I didn’t feel like a thing being wielded. I felt like part of a formation—three points braced together. A triad. Chosen. Master Binder’s gaze locked on the space between us, horrified. “This isn’t how vessels behave,” she spat. “They submit. They don’t *link*. They don’t *choose*.”

The book I was currently opening was larger than the rest, bound in black leather that had cracked and split over time. I flipped through the pages only to freeze when a heading popped out at me. History of the Dark Bond.

It will be edited soon once we've finished the whole book. This is a work of fiction, and the views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the authors. Likewise, certain characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors' imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events or locales, is entirely coincidental. Bound By Fate Copyright © 2020 Armeia Aguilar & Dei Orduna

If there was even a sliver of a way back… My fingers dragged over one particularly ancient tome: bound in silver and wrapped in spell-locked chains. I whispered the unlocking spell, old enough that the air around me shimmered with pale blue glyphs. The book creaked open. “Chronos Binding,” I murmured. The title alone sent a chill down my spine. Inside were diagrams of realms overlapping each other like threads in a tapestry. Old Realm. Divine Plane. Mortal Realm. Abyssal Void.

“The other girls aren’t concerned about that.” “Well, I’m not like most other girls.” “You’re not?” He scoffed. “I’d say you are. Ordinary lips…” His hands moved gently over my lips. “An empty gaze…” His fingers brushed my hair back. “A neck…” Immediately, I pushed his hands away. “What’s that?” he asked. “A knot.” “A knot?” He raised a brow. “To show how twisted you are?” He laughed softly. I pushed him back. “To show how strong I am.”

Now, all that lingered were whispers of a life she may never reclaim. The car gradually came to a halt as they neared the entrance of a secluded driveway, anticipation hanging in the air. Catalina’s breath hitched as she beheld the mansion looming against the darkened sky. It stood like a sentinel, its intricate iron gates and formidable stone walls exuding an aura of strength and foreboding. The car glided forward, tires whispering against the gravel as the gates creaked open, revealing a world filled with unspoken promises. As the car came to a halt, the man next to her clasped her arm—not with aggression, but with a steady grip that conveyed the futility of defiance. She faltered a bit as

I felt like a door with no lock—one that had already been opened. Angela nodded toward the staircase. “If you’re going to face him, you’ll need something stronger than prophecy.” She crossed to the shelves and pulled down a heavy tome bound in lunar leather. The pages flipped themselves, stopping on a symbol I hadn’t seen before—a triangle of flames surrounding a heart. “This is a binding glyph,” she said. “It was used during the Flame Wars to forge trust between allies… or rivals. But it only works if both parties allow it.” “You want me to bind myself to Thorne?” “I want you to survive him.” The chamber pulsed again.

he tells her with a shrug “Oh, I see. And how did those books end?” Cassie quizzes, her heart in her throat like she was afraid of what his answer would be “Well, she either takes her pick or they both date her, weird stuff” Brandon adds shaking his head “Interesting” Cassie states under her breath.