Unbinding Book Novels & Stories

Book 1 is completed! Thank you for everyone who still reads this novel! And I'm glad I could finish this book! Looking forward for another story to make and current stories to finish too! Book 1 = Trix System Unlocked: Butterfly Effect [Completed] Book2 = Trix System Unlocked: Love At Worlds [soon] Book 3 = Trix System Unlocked: System War [soon] Book 4 = Trix System Unlocked: Final Wish [soon]

The book rose slowly, chains rattling, each link carved with runes that had once been forbidden even among my kind. “If light shields the boy,” I murmured, “then we’ll teach the darkness to see through light.” The pages flipped open on their own, stopping at a spell so old even I had forgotten its shape. Echo Binding. It didn’t invade the mind. It didn’t curse the body. It whispered into the world around the target—turning every reflection, every ripple of water, every shard of glass into a listening ear. If I couldn’t walk inside their dreams, I’d make the world itself my spy.

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Cold like a tomb that had been sealed for centuries. In the center, on a stone table, lay a book. It was old, leather-bound, its pages yellowed and brittle. The symbols on the cover matched the symbols on the Kingslayer, on the rings, on the dagger from the chest. They pulsed faintly, as if the book was still alive. Lysander opened it. His honey eyes scanned the pages, moving faster and faster. His face grew pale. A ritual, he said. To unmake the shadow. Not bind it. Not transfer it. Unmake it. Permanently.

The librarian didn’t fall so much as… come unbound. Once the lockbook was out of its chest, its whole body lost the logic that had been holding it together. Volumes that had been ribs and limbs and vertebrae a heartbeat earlier juddered, then shook loose, tumbling in awkward cascades.

I whisper. This time, the tears don’t feel like weakness. They feel like healing. Like something finally beginning. ************************ Unspoken Desires - Book 3…. Coming Soon

Flora reassured me. "What do I fucking do before the bitch kills me?" "You can unbind her magic on you," Flora replied simply. Unbind her magic? How the hell was I supposed to do that? "Liberum Vinculum," Flora said. I recalled seeing the spell in the spell book. "Liberum Vinculum" was a spell to break free from invisible bonds. Though there were several other spells, I doubted I could remember them in my current state. I was grateful that Flora had paid attention while I was reading through the spell book.

To hide who I truly was. “I’m going up now, get some rest while I work and make sure everything is smoothly. I want the daily reports sent to my email”. I disconnected the device before he could say another word and readjusted my mismatched tie. I had to make sure my business was running smoothly because without it, my plan would end before it even had the chance to begin.

For the rest of the movie, their hands stayed that way. Hidden in the dark. Unspoken. Unbreakable. After the Movie When the lights came back on, they both slowly let go. Neither mentioned it. “That wasn’t that scary,” Tae Min said casually. “You’re lying.” They laughed. But as they exited the theater— Tae Min felt something strange. Like they were being watched. He turned slightly. A familiar figure disappeared behind a pillar. His chest tightened. No… it couldn’t be. He didn’t say anything.

And the world had chosen. The Scribe no longer stood behind the book. He now was the book, his form stitched into its binding, his face shifting through letters and tears. “You’ve opened the unwritten,” he intoned, his voice forming between paragraphs, his eyes stitched shut with lines of prophecy. “This page does not record. It invites. It waits for what has never been dared.”