Unbound Novels & Stories

I have to find another way to buy more time, I can’t die just yet. “Helga you need to relax,” I grunted in annoyance. She was pacing a little too much, making me even tenser than I already was. She took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. “Ok. Ok.” She picked up an open, old book with leather cover and dropped it on the table beside me. “What do you know about the unbounds, your highness?” she asked. I arched my brow, I was certainly in no mood for a question and answer session. But I decided to humor her. “They are werewolves whose wolves has been unbound from their souls and their bodies possessed my witches using blood magic.”

It wasn't just about our love story; it was about the ripple effect it had created, the countless lives it had touched, and the dreams it had ignited ...across generations. Sarah Jr., her eyes sparkling with a fire that mirrored Lily's at her age, represented the continuation of our legacy, a new chapter in the story of unexpected connections and unwavering purpose. As the sun began its descent, casting long shadows across the porch, I knew this wasn't just a chance encounter. It was a torch being passed, a flame rekindled. Sarah Jr., with her vibrant spirit and unwavering commitment to justice, embodied the spirit of The Unbound Collective.

“Leaving already?" “The previous contract was fulfilled, and we've already received our next one, no point delaying," Linus replied tersely. The alpha stood and pulled the collar of his shirt aside to show the already healed bond mark then pulled Skye's aside to show his as well. “You can tell my Father it's done." “Eh? It's healed already, Boss?" one of the band's betas asked, surprised. Linus glanced back at Skye as he slipped the box into his pocket and they took the hint.

Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless. And somewhere deep beneath it all— The bond pulsed. Unbreakable. Unchosen. Unstoppable. 🩸

"I felt it. You separated her from the network." "Yes." "But you didn't destroy her. And now the Unbound have found you. Just as she knew they would." "The First created the Unbound?" "She inspired them. Showed them what bonds could become." His expression darkened. "They want to destroy the entire network. Free everyone by severing everything." "How do we stop them?" "By using what they've forgotten." Cael looked at our joined hands. "Love. True connection. Your mate bond. Use it. Amplify it. Make it a shield."

Outside, thunder finally broke. Rain fell hard and sudden, washing the city clean. But beneath the calm, something fundamental had shifted. The bond between us was no longer just protective. It was foundational. And the world had felt it. The Unbound had struck a nerve. And next time..... They wouldn’t stop at testing control. They would come to break it.

I ask. Mira meets my gaze. “Something learning how to break the rules.” The council chamber fills quickly. Elders. Commanders. Seers. Every wolf who carries even a fragment of authority within the pack takes their place. The air is heavy with anticipation—and fear. I stand at the head of the table, Liam at my right, Mira at my left. “The Unbound has made contact,” I begin without preamble. Murmurs ripple through the room. “He is not free,” I continue. “But he is no longer silent. He is exploiting weakness.”

They wanted him to articulate what had emerged from their consideration. "We cannot include the Unbound as they currently exist " Kael said. His voice carried the weight of understanding both perspectives. "Their form—absence than presence—makes direct integration into the network impossible. The infrastructure requires meaning to flow through connections. The Unbound exists as holes in that meaning." He paused. He felt the dual nature within him pointing toward something that transcended the limitation.

Yuna, the woman who had loved him so much, wasn't just sulking. She had really left. And she had even severed their mate bond. "How do I restore the bond?" Damon's voice was terribly hoarse. The healer shivered under his stare, his back cold with fear. "Only if Luna herself agrees. Otherwise, no one can force a bond that's already broken back together." Damon slammed his hand on the table, knocking the medicine bowl off it. It shattered across the floor. His eyes were heavy with too many emotions. There was anger, shock, a violent sense of being betrayed, and a panic he didn't even want to admit.