Unbound Book Novels & Stories

The current was filled with faces—some human, some monstrous, some divine—each a memory in motion, drifting by like shards of glass. Kael’s voice cut through the chaos. “Hold on to me!” He was a dark silhouette against the luminous torrent, his scythe in one hand, its edge glowing faint blue as he drove the blade into nothing—anchoring them. The current fought back, trying to drag them deeper. His face was strained, his eyes burning silver. Avery clawed her way toward him, the Vein whispering her name in every tone she’d ever known. Avery. Avery Delan. Child of the Unbound.

She exhaled slowly, then knelt to help me up. She handed me an envelope. In it was a plane ticket. "Tomorrow's the last day," she said. "This is your flight out." Then she looked at me, pain in her eyes. "Tomorrow is your child's funeral. I know my brother doesn't deserve forgiveness, but that baby… he was yours. I hope you'll send him off properly, before you go." I paused. Then nodded. The next morning, I arrived at the family estate before dawn. This child—my child—cost me a lot to bring into the world. And yet I never even got to hold him once before saying goodbye.

I released a silent breath, my heart pounding in my ears. I needed to figure out a way to escape before whatever was coming next. Grayson’s reach might be long, but I wasn’t going to sit here and let him or these men decide my fate. Not again. My eyes fluttered open again, just a fraction, enough to survey the men as they stood near the fire. They seemed absorbed in their conversation, grumbling and passing cigarettes, their attention thankfully away from me. Taking a deep breath, I started to tug at the ropes binding my wrists in front of me. The rough cords dug into my skin, burning with each tiny movement, but I kept trying. The knots were too tight, no matter how much I strained against

“We’re going to visit the Moonstone pack.” ✧ ✧ ✧ Anxiety hit me as I browsed through the books of the public library in the Moonstone pack. I felt like I didn’t belong, maybe because deep down I knew what I had done was wrong. Even if it was to sneak into the pack so my brother and his friends could hang out.

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Putting on her blutech glasses, she tied her hair in a disheveled bun before settling on the seat. She booted up her laptop and cracked her knuckles, ready to dig in. "Time to go old school," she muttered to herself. She needed to find something, anything, on Stefano De Rico. Her fingers flew across the keyboard as she started searching, logging into the dark web — a website off limits to 70% percent of the people in the world. First, she tried his full name, but the results were a dead end. No Data found on ‘Stefano De Rico.’

But the peace is an illusion, a thin layer of frost over a boiling spring. ​A young Southern scout, his leather armor torn and splattered with grey mud, kneels at the base of the steps. His breath comes in ragged, shallow gasps that fill the sterile air with the scent of pine sap and stale copper. ​"They call themselves the Unbound, Grand Luna," the scout rasps, his head bowed so low his chin touches his collarbone. "Exiled purebloods, rogues from the fringes who refused to swear the oath. They are gathering in the northern wastes under Brielle’s banner. Two hours ago, they hit our primary supply caravan at the base of the white ridge. They didn't just use teeth, my Queen. They brought machi

Ready. “Who are you?” I demand. “We are the Unbound,” she says simply. “Those who severed ourselves from the Crown long before you ever touched it.” My breath catches. “That’s impossible,” Blake says behind me. The woman’s smile widens. “So everyone said.” The Crown hums louder now—not angry. Uneasy. “You came because of me,” I say. “Yes,” she replies. “And because of what you broke.” She steps closer, stopping just short of the tree line. “You didn’t destroy the Crown. You made it vulnerable.”

He described Caine, giving the same examples he'd laid out to Jess. "Well, he sounds like a weird guy, but that doesn't mean he is possessed by a demon," Malus said after a short pause for thought. "The not blinking thing... it's common in psychopaths I believe, but that isn't my field of expertise." Jess exchanged a disappointed look with Ricky. She knew there was something off with Caine. She knew it in her heart. How could they make this guy understand? "Look," he said. "I'll give you an unbinding spell. If your man is affected by a demonic presence, it should help. You'll need to encircle him, three of you, and say these words three times."

I felt like it was really important. “It’s what we undead call, a kin-bond.” “A kin-bond?” First I had ever heard of that. “It’s something extremely rare but there are times there is a kin-bond between a vampire and some other species.” The concept was a little different, so it wasn’t that easy to grasp. “If it’s not like a mate bond then what exactly is a mate bond?” I took another sip from my cola. “It’s just someone,” He smiled, “You’re just drawn to.”