Words From Bound Novels & Stories

“But it doesn’t own me. And it doesn’t own either of you.” Arthur ran a hand through his hair, disbelief etched across his face. “So what does that make us?” I took a breath. “Bound,” I said. “But not consumed. Connected—but with choice intact.” Ash shook his head faintly. “That shouldn’t be possible.” “It wasn’t,” I said. “Until it was.” The chamber groaned softly, stone cracking as the last remnants of moonlight drained away. Somewhere above us, the realm shifted—collapsing inward, sealing itself.

The shard at her throat pulsed faintly, warm against her skin, like the heartbeat of someone she could no longer tell from herself. You’re thinking of me again. The voice slid through her thoughts like smoke. Soft. Familiar. Beautiful. “Verrat.” My name on your lips always sounds like forgiveness. She smiled faintly, eyes closing. “You shouldn’t be able to reach me from here.” You carry me, little wolf. The goddess cannot unmake what’s already bound. Bound. The word echoed. It always did. The first time he’d said it, she’d believed it — believed him.

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.”

"Heirs sweet bind your essence echoes eternal await. Adapt to us or perish in ecstasy's devour unbound." We charged united diad violet storm flame vortex roaring thunderous arcs lashing to shatter chitin armor. "Expose the core bind those echoes eternal!" I countered with inferno hot fury the bond pinning entities in pressure unyielding. Alexander's lightning truth bound chains electric crackling. "Yield the remnants silence on your failure eternal!" Guardians surged evolved monstrous tendrils lashing personal vicious targeting our bond direct whispers tempting filthy. "Bind unbound eternal devour allies claim echoes in ecstasy's rut forever."

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”

Fractionally shorter than the ones before it, fractionally closer to stopping without stopping. Then he was past me. Continuing down the corridor with the same unhurried certainty as always. I stayed against the wall. Listened to his footsteps until they turned the corner at the far end and disappeared. Then I stood there for a while longer. My right hand was warm again. I pressed it flat against the wall and felt the cold stone against my palm and thought about the word the elder had used. Binding. The ritual was called a binding. Something that held. Something you couldn’t undo by deciding you wanted to.

The deal didn’t seem like the perfect word, more like bondage. “I usually don’t let things go after they’re mine, I don’t believe you’ll ever want to leave the life I would be offering to you. But perhaps I no longer need you, I would let you go, with compensation of course.” He concluded. A thunder struck outside like to seal his words. It was still pouring outside.

“Fiona is out there, and she needs us. We won’t stop until we find her.” Jace placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We’ll find her, Tristan. We won’t rest until she’s safe.” I nodded, grateful for his unwavering support. As the night wore on, I couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling deep within me. Our mate bond, the unbreakable connection that linked Fiona and me, was fading, like a thread slipping through my grasp. I could feel her getting further away, and it drove me to the brink of desperation.

My mind spun with thoughts of what could go wrong, but I couldn’t help feeling drawn towards him, towards the power and security he offers. I gripped my beer tightly, trying to process what Cal was asking of me. “What exactly does it mean to bind myself to you?” I asked, needing more information before making a decision. Leaning forward, a contemplative expression on his face, he explained, “It’s similar to the mate mark that wolves have. It signifies a deep, unbreakable connection between two individuals.” My heart raced at the thought of being so intimately tied to someone, but I quickly pushed it aside and focused on the practicalities. “But what about finding a second chance, mate? If my

He stated calmly, dark intent threading his words. Rome felt his heart rate slow down, he had underestimated the Alpha King. Kade had made his proposal in such a way that Rome couldn’t outrightly refuse, matters like this were delicate. Even someone like Rome knew that all too well. He was trapped, he had to give a response but it couldn't be a negative one. He could feel his eyes melting to gold, his control was slipping. Draken straightened at this, he had also been caught off guard by King Kade's words.