Words From Bound Novels & Stories

“Why? Because it’s true?” His breathing got rougher and harder. I pushed anyway. “You don’t trust me. Say it.” His eyes darkened like a storm. “You think this is about trust?” “Yes. It is.” He took slow, deliberate steps toward me. “I’m not shutting you out.” “Then what the hell do you call this?” “A boundary.” “No,” I whispered, “it’s fear.” That word hit him like a strike. “I’m not afraid,” he lied. I stared at him until the lie disintegrated.

“Some truths have to wait until you’re ready, and you are not ready.” I stand, “then why do I feel like I’m breaking open?” Gran’s expression softens, almost pained. “Because the binding your mother cast… it’s coming undone.” “What does that even mean? She bound me?” “She was a witch Saxa… one of the oldest, she could spin magic into flesh and blood. She used it to bury your wolf—and something else.” “A witch?? Mom had powers? Does that mean you do too? What else did she use them to bind?”

Warm, much warmer than your usual type. Before Alexander could respond, they were circled by curious well wishers who just had to meet the woman who had 'tamed' the infamous Alexander Blackwood. The names and faces quickly blurred into one for Aria, who lost herself in the act of making sure her smile and their relationship stayed in line with fiction.

Ashen shook her head, She coughed ink, Then pressed a piece of her page the one she’d hidden into Liora’s hand. One word on it: Bind. Liora frowned. “Bind to what?” Ashen’s hand rose, trembling, and touched Liora’s forehead, For a second, Liora saw it all: Every fragment of Ashen’s lost story, Every possible ending she might have had, The rage, the hope, the unspoken names. Ashen closed her eyes, And whispered, “Bind me to your blood.” Liora gasped. “No—Ashen—”

Bloodbound. My wolf snarled, hackles rising. These weren’t wolves anymore. They were weapons. A laugh slithered out of the cave. “Try.” Jace’s voice….. The bond flared violently, Ivy’s scream shredding through my skull. I stumbled, rage flooding me so hard I thought I’d black out. The Bloodbound lowered their spears as one, the runes on their armor glowing until the night turned violet. “Shields!” Rowan barked, but the ground pulsed before he finished, a wave of magic slamming us backward. I dug my claws into the snow, teeth bared, blood roaring in my ears.

“Careful, Alpha. You speak as though you suspect me. But surely you remember our agreement, if fate had not given you an omega, you would have been mine. Some in my pack still expect that vow honored.” The corridor hushed. Even my men stiffened. Her words were bold, edged with insult, yet laced with truth. I had promised once. Promises carry teeth among alphas. I took a step closer, letting my dominance roll over her like a wave. Warriors shifted uncomfortably, caught in the clash of power. “Do not mistake an old promise for present reality. The bond has chosen. He is mine. And if anyone in your pack touches him again, I will burn every corner of your territory until there is nothing left of

"Why do you think they're so desperate to either control or kill you? Because an unbound royal is a weapon that points in every direction at once." Fiona's fingers whitened on the book's spine. "And a bound royal is a weapon that only points where you aim it." "A bound royal is a person who can choose her own path without her power making those choices for her." "Semantics." "Truth." I closed the distance between us, and this time she did step back. The rejection cut deeper than any physical wound. "The bond doesn't control your decisions, Fiona. It controls the supernatural compulsions that would otherwise override your free will entirely."

"I only call because I care, Jade. You are the center of every thought I have." Just care? I thought, looking past him at the moonlight on the wall. There was a word for what Killian felt, and 'care' was far too small, too domestic a word for it. It was a devotion that bordered on a haunting, an attachment so deep and jagged that it felt like our souls were stitched together with barbed wire. It was beautiful, yes, but it was heavy. But tonight, with the moon peeking through the curtains and the scent of him grounding me, I didn't want to analyze the weight. I didn't want to think about the "why" or the "how long."