Words From Bound の小説・ストーリー

I pressed the pen to paper. "Wait." Luca's hand covered mine. "Not with ink." He pulled a small knife from his pocket, quick and efficient, and before I could react, he'd pricked my finger. Blood welled up, dark and red. "Blood binding," he murmured. "More traditional." He pressed my finger to the signature line. I watched my blood smear across the paper, sealing my fate in the most literal way possible. When it was done, he lifted my hand to his lips. Kissed my bloodstained finger with devastating gentleness. His eyes locked on mine, dark and unreadable.

Recognition that went too deep, like he was seeing not just me but every version of me that existed across all the bonded wolves. "Too many," he gasped, his voice shifting between human and wolf. "Too many voices. Too many thoughts. I can't find myself anymore." Through our bond, I felt what he felt. The constant presence of the other bonded wolves, their thoughts and feelings bleeding into his own. He'd lost the ability to distinguish where he ended and they began. "This is my fault," I said, horror washing over me. "The bonds are too strong. They're overwhelming him." Maren moved beside me, her expression grave. "It's not just strength. The bonds are evolving, becoming something more compl

“Perhaps. Yet even I never heard his thoughts as you do. That bond is new… dangerous.” Mira frowned. “Bond? You mean this voice-thing?” Seraphina’s image flickered. “It is a curse that binds souls tethered by unresolved fate. The more affection grows, the farther the distance extends. If you grow too close, you may disappear entirely.” “Disappear—like die again disappear?” “Yes.” Mira stared. “Fantastic. Love him and poof. Don’t love him and he hates me. Excellent options.” --- A knock jolted her out of the mirror conversation.

The way her heels echoed softly against marble floors as she walked with intention. She was healing, slowly and deliberately. On her break, she slipped out and walked the short distance to Dr. Morris’s office. The sessions had become something Lily didn’t dread anymore. Dr. Morris smiled warmly as Lily settled into the chair. “How have the last few days been?” Lily considered it. “Not easy,” she said honestly. “But… clearer.” They talked about boundaries. About grief that didn’t announce itself loudly but lingered in ordinary moments. About how Lily had spent so much of her life being strong that she’d never learned what it meant to rest without guilt.

His wolves flanked him, the air around them crackling with restrained violence. The rogue leader stumbled backward, his confidence faltering for the first time. “Luca…” Luca tilted his head, slow and deliberate. Dangerous. “You have three seconds to explain why you’re in my territory.” The rogue leader straightened, his bravado returning. “We came for her.” He motioned to Raven. “She’s Moonborn, isn’t she? You know what that means.” Luca didn’t blink. “I do.” “Then you know we can’t allow her to live.”

“I’ve never seen anything this aggressive. I need to meet this lady, Lucien.” “What do you mean, bound?” I snarled. The word tasted like copper and ash. “I haven’t chosen anyone. I haven’t shared a drop of energy with a soul.” “She stole it, Lucien. That kiss? It wasn't just a distraction. She’s a strong mortal. Very rare, of course, but they exist. She bound you in one swoop. You’re locked.” He snapped his fingers, "Just like this." The sheer audacity of it made my vision blur with a violent, white-hot heat. My wolf lunged at the against my restraint, howling for blood.

The walls were spray-painted with a single word repeated over and over in dripping red letters: STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP STOP Nina stood in the doorway, unable to move, unable to process what she was seeing. They'd been inside. While she was gone. They'd destroyed everything. Her legs gave out. She sank to the floor just inside the doorway, surrounded by the wreckage of her already-ruined life. Her bag,with the printed documents, was still on her shoulder. At least they hadn't gotten those. She sat there for what felt like hours, too shocked to cry, too terrified to move.

“Why take me from that hell? Why not let me rot like the others?” His lips curved into a slow, dangerous smirk — the kind that made my blood heat and freeze all at once. “You already know the answer, little flame.” His voice rolled like thunder across velvet skies, low and rich, with an edge of hunger. “Because you felt it. The bond.” The word struck me like lightning. My chest tightened, my pulse betraying me. Bond. That dangerous word whispered only in the oldest werewolf lore. “No,” I snapped, shaking my head, though my body quivered. “I felt nothing.”