Words From Bound Novels & Stories

The life she wanted us to live. "There are qualified teachers here to train you and I must add now that the rules of the Bounds Academy are very strict. Few of them are; not to go to floor no 5 and in the basement. Second, not to interfere in any matter, can do so if you are asked to and thirdly, not to hide anything from us. Stay loyal, share every thing with us so that we might help you."

I have been all along, I just couldn’t see it before. Kole runs out of the cabin and I chase after him, my feet tearing through the roots and dirt. I’m connected to the earth, catching all the scents in the wind. We run after each other, meeting each other step by step. We howl at the moon, in our truest form. Soulmates and wolves. I know this is only the beginning of the perfect fairytale made just for me.

“‘There is a way to reinforce the boundary. But it requires more than ritual. More than knowledge. It requires a willing anchor.’” She pauses, her eyes scanning the page for meaning beyond the words. “‘They say that once, long ago, others tried and failed. Some disappeared. Some lost themselves to the forest, their names only whispered as warnings. The old stories speak of flames burning blue and voices echoing at the stones, but always the boundary faltered in the end. No one remembers who first attempted the binding, only that none returned unchanged. Still, the legends remain a reminder of how desperate we have always been to keep it at bay.’”

“It declined. In front of everyone at Neiman Marcus.” His jaw tightened slightly. “The Rhodes don’t get embarrassed that way in public.” “Well.” Miriam held his gaze. “Today we did.” The word sat in the air between them. We. She hadn’t meant to say it like that. Like they were a unit. Damien caught it too. She could tell by the way the corner of his mouth moved. “I’ll sort it,” he said. “And expect the money for the gown back in your account. My queen.”

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.”

Amethyst nodded. "Yes, and please repeat after me..." "Wait, wait..." Luveas stopped her. "What Oath are we talking about now?" Amethyst eyed him piercingly. "Are you doubting me?" Luveas shook. The elf nodded. "Then, since you have nothing else to say, then follow what I say. From today onward and until death do us part, say my name, is mine and I, say your name, am hers. I shall be granted freedom to roam Ancea just as her."

TERM DETECTED: UNBOUND STATUS: UNAUTHORIZED RISK LEVEL: ESCALATING Alex exhaled slowly. 💭 So this is how movements begin. 💭 Not with war. 💭 With a name that refuses to kneel. Brian laced his fingers through Alex’s, steady and present. ❄️ “Whatever comes next—we face it together.” Alex squeezed back. “Unbound,” he said again. And for the first time since fate marked them— The word felt like freedom.

When the pain finally stopped, he looked down to find the the word Bound etched in ancient greek across his chest. "What in bloody jack's name is the meaning of this?" he said still fuming "Call it Plan b" she said smiling like a mischievous child "This is to make sure that you don't go back on your word!" "You bitch!" he roared "For someone who's giving you a purpose" she said turning away from him "You sure are an ungrateful wretch!" "Purpose!" He spat out, veins on his neck popping in anger "You've fucking caged me!, you'd bind me like an animal?!"

Her w​ords made t‌‍he air shimm‌er w​ith tension, a‍ silent decl⁠ar‍ati⁠on‍ t​hat the bond alone could n​ot‌ contain. Azi​el’​s hands‍ c​le‍n​ched behind‍ him, and‌ h⁠e exha‌le‌d sl​owly,⁠ fight​ing th⁠e s‍urge that​ t​hrea‍‌tened t​o⁠ overwhelm him⁠. “The‍‍n‌ we are b‍oun⁠d,” he said, vo‌ice​ low, a‌l‍most a g⁠row​l, “in​ ways n⁠‌either of‍​ us can‍ escape,​ w‍heth‌er we wi‌sh it or‍ not.​” P‌a‍in​ s‌​⁠eared thro⁠ugh hi‌m, through th​em both,‍ as t‍h​e bond‍ flar​ed viole ‍‍ntly, le​aving e⁠ver‌y n‌erve on‌ fir⁠e.‍‍