Words From Bound の小説・ストーリー

Wedding Day Payal’s POV The day has finally arrived when I will become someone's wife. I will belong to him. A sacred bond will tie us for live long after taking those holy rounds. We will be Bound by Vows for our remaining life. But am I ready for this? Completely no!!! But I cannot move back. I will have to accept this relationship by whole heart. There may not be a love in this but at least, will try to have trust and respect for each other.

he hurriedly stood up from the floor and turned around to go from here. She also got up from the floor and asked him “but why???” "Because in our relationship it's not just you and I, we have a baby too," he told her without turning towards her. This was half-truth because the whole truth was that he did not want her to go away from him. "You know how different we are from the world. Some people bind each other with love in the sacred bond of marriage, some by understanding, some by friendship but with whom are we both bound??? We are Bound by The Baby.” She said looking at his back while caressing her tummy.

Levantus speaks next. “Can you be unbound? Get your vision back and unlock your abilities? Anyone who turns out to be like you?” I furrow my brow and consider his question. “Moira, the witch who healed me said that the binding isn’t permanent, but it’s very strong. It would take a decent amount of power, the right kind of ritual to do the unbinding. It’s possible killing the one who did it could lift it, but that is an unknown.”

Neither did she. Veyra could feel the strength of his presence, the way it filled the air around them. It was overwhelming, suffocating. Her wolf trembled inside her, clawing at her consciousness, aching to step forward. The bond, still in its raw, unformed state, pulsed with a heat that was both terrifying and intoxicating. She didn't know what it meant. She didn't know what to do with it. Zarek's lips barely parted, and his voice was low, rough as gravel. "You feel it too, don't you?" he said, his words barely reaching her over the wind. "This isn't a bond. It's a binding."

she murmured, more to herself than him. “I know.” His voice was quiet. Honest. “But sometimes… the dark is safer.” For a moment, neither of them moved. Then Asher stepped closer—not close enough to touch, but close enough for her to feel the gravity of his presence. “Liara,” he said. Her name in his mouth was a slow, deliberate thing. Not a command. Not a warning. A tether. She swallowed. “Yes?” His jaw tightened. Something flickered behind his eyes—something sharp and buried.

The word caught in Ava’s throat, suspended between terror and certainty. Her hand shook on the dagger, the runes spilling light across her arm like veins of fire. Every instinct screamed to thrust the blade into the soil, to end the weight pressing on her chest. But the bond whispered louder—of threads, of roots, of the child-wolf at her side. Her voice steadied. “I choose to bind.” The word rang through the clearing as if the valley itself had heard. The First Wolf’s eyes narrowed, ancient and unreadable, and then it lowered its head to the earth in assent.

Why else would the Alpha king leave him to make the decisions? "Is there something you would like to tell us, Alice?" King Ren offered. There was resignation in his eyes, as if he couldn't wait for all this to be over. He hated that his son had been dragged into this. But well, it was customary to pay for the sins of one's ancestor. Alice shrugged. "One is bound means there is someone bound to the prince, and immune to his curse. Is she one of them?" Now it was Talon's turn to be surprised. "What are you talking about?"

The words sounded broken even to my own ears. Elder Alexander’s gaze sharpened. “Gone,” he repeated, his voice low. “Or bound?” A chill ran through me. Bound. The word pulled me back to that night: the chanting, the blood, the way my own screams had echoed against cold stone walls as I felt the power drain from my soul, my wolf turning silent. I swallowed hard. “Bound,” I whispered. The fire cracked loudly in the silence. As the Elder stared at me, waiting for me to continue, the words came tumbling out.

“It’s trying to.” The pain surged again. I cried out. My wolf thrashed inside me, wild and afraid. “I can’t hold it,” I gasped. “I’m breaking.” Kieran went still. There was a pause. Heavy. Final. Then he said, “I’m going to bind us.” The words cut through the pain. “What?” I whispered. “Just for a moment,” he said. “Just enough to anchor you.” My eyes widened. “That’s forbidden.” “Yes.”