Ties That Bind Show Novels & Stories

explained Ali. Whatever that meant, I’m sure it’s something dangerous from Henry’s reaction. “How do we unbind him from the witch who did this?” magic is tricky, and there was no manual to understand its turns and curves. From what Tayen explained to me, some witches take a lifetime to perfect binding spells. She was fascinated by how Elijah bound our souls so I could shift into my lycan spirit without tying our physical forms. ‘It’s fascinating,’ Tayen commented when I saw him after my final shift as lycan.

“Oh, Bryan… that’s exactly what we’re doing. Every move she makes just ties her tighter to us. Let her think she’s got a plan—because when she finally tries to fight back, we’ll crush her.” He stared at me for a long second, then muttered, “You really won’t stop until she breaks, will you?” I tilted my head, smiling darkly. “No, Bryan. I won’t stop until she loses everything…her peace, her husband, her name. I want her to drown in the same pain she caused us.” For a moment, silence filled the room, the tension almost tangible. Then I turned back to the screen, pressing play on the show again. “Now,” I said casually, “clean yourself up. You look like hell. And remember—stay invisible.”

“Brenda…” She steps back. “I've loved you for so long, Nathan. Even when you were with her…I watched you pour your whole love and life on her while my heart was aching. When she dumped you and you were in pain, did you even know how unbearable it was for me, watching you rot away while I was there willing and ready to love you!!” “And now…now we are bound by fate…the moon goddess has finally seen my pure love for you….and bond us together. How can you…how can you still think of her! How can you do this to me!”

Ash obeyed instantly. Elias took a length of soft, black silk rope. He began to bind Ash’s wrists behind his back, his movements sure and practiced. It wasn’t just a tie; it was an art form. The rope crisscrossed Ash’s chest, highlighting his muscular pecs, framing his nipples. It wrapped around his waist, down to his thighs, forcing his legs slightly apart. His dick and balls were left free, jutting out from the intricate web of rope. He was a work of art, a living sculpture of submission.

“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?”

she asked, voice thin. Rowan stepped forward, body blunt and sure. “A ceremony,” he said. “Old as the stones. It bonds a child to a pack. It keeps her safe in law.” Lyra’s eyes flicked to him, to Darius, to the elders. She looked like someone who had seen the future and refused to name it. “Bindings are not simple,” she said. “They call things awake. They tie power to law. Sometimes the law holds, sometimes it breaks.”

His hands came up, brushing a strand of hair behind my ears, but the touch wast tender. It was possessive. Testing. "I don't take betrays lightly, Katie." he murmured. "And I don't forgive easily. But I do punish, Katie. Thoroughly. Do you understand that?" I tried to hold his gaze. "Then punish me. But leave Rhea and my family out of it." He stared at me for a long time. His lips twitched, almost amused. "Brave little thing, aren't you? Ready to get sacrificed for someone that would cast you aside in a matter of seconds."

She had done worse on worse nights. She cut the ties, one by one, feeling the plastic give like a seam ripping. The cuffs loosened. For a brief terrifying moment the strap at her wrists tightened around the cut line and she feared it would not budge, but she breathed and wrenched and felt the last restraint slip free. Calista did not celebrate. There was no time.

Those businesses, those vague words, they were too neat, too rehearsed. Curse Tatsuya for planting the seed of suspicion. Taiga fell into bed with his thoughts still racing, his body heavy but his mind wide awake. They might be bonded, tied together by something deeper than touch, but that didn’t mean the game was over. No. With a bond like this, it only made the game more dangerous. Because bonds could be broken. And the easiest way to break someone was to play them at their own game. And Taiga wasn’t finished playing.

He grinned, eyeing me up and down like I was a snack. I wanted to admire him as well but I couldn't wait. My fingers tore at his shirt buttons, yanking it open to expose his chest. I shoved the fabric off his shoulders, then attacked his belt, unzipping his pants and tugging them down with his boxers. Jason's cock sprang free, thick and rigid, with veins pulsing along the shaft. I licked my lips. "Damn, Tara. You're like a wildcat tonight." He teased, his voice rough with arousal.