Novel & Cerita Words From Bound

I looked between Ryker’s emotionless face and Dominic’s smug expression. "Bound?" I asked. "Yes, baby..." Dominic purred from his chair, leaning forward. "Like Mate… Bound." He emphasized. "Curse bound," Ryker cut in sharply, his tone dropping like a hammer. Silence fell over the room. They were serious. My mind raced, trying to make sense of his words. Magic? A bond? It sounded insane. I wasn't even bound to Logan. And somehow, I'm supposed to believe I'm curse… bound to them?

He kissed me back with the same quiet intensity, his lips moving against mine like he was pouring his soul into me. When we broke apart, his forehead rested against mine, and we were both breathless. “Reina,” he whispered, almost like a prayer. “We’re bound. No matter how far we run, no matter how hard we fight it. We’re bound.” I closed my eyes, letting the words wrap around me. For once, they didn’t feel like chains. They felt like wings.

"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."

Instead he was more focus on the scene that happened at the exit when he attacked his step sister slash girlfriend. "Don't do that again." Theo warned Cath "Don't let your emotions control your wolf." "My wolf?" "Yes. Your wolf. " "What you did to her. That is called Bloodbound. It is the ability to share the same strong feeling towards your mate making them think and feel that you feel. " "How..?" He pointed at her chest where her imprint is. "The mark in your chest. Your imprint is mine. I felt that you were about to be attacked by her." Theo replied calmly

“ I have given you my love to you since I knew that you were mine, though I did not feel like this when we did not have any bond with us I have succumbed under the pressure of this bond, for you to ignore me when we are bounded by this bond——” “ So what are we bounded by this bond?” He replied in a curt voice as his voice turned a bit gravelly. He pushed himself off the bed and then looked at her with a darkened gaze that was heating a bit every passing second. “ Tell me, what if we are bounded by this bond?”

Its walls, once a symbol of security, now felt like they were closing in on me, locking me into a future I couldn’t escape. I slipped into a simple white dress, the fabric light against my skin but heavy with unspoken expectations. Kneeling down on the floor, I folded my hands in my lap and waited, the silence of the room pressing down on me like an invisible weight.

Mark my word you will pay for marrying me. After shouting at her Demon make his way out of the room just then he heard some noise. Hearing this he turned standing at the door and saw his so-called wife sitting at a corner in his room while sobbing hard... "Don't waste your tears sweetheart because you will need it in your upcoming days. Also don't dare to hurt my boy. Don't forget you are tied to me bound by vows. And welcome to my cage princess. Welcome to Hell" Saying this Demon left the room.

Their howls split the air, guttural and wrong—echoes of an era that should have stayed buried. We fought. Gods, we fought. But it wasn’t enough. Not when the Bound wolves clawed their way out of the earth, dragging their cursed bodies through the soil, eyes glowing with a hunger older than time. Their howls cracked bones, their touch twisted flesh. Where they walked, the air turned to ash, the ground poisoned with their rot. Not when their very presence turned sky to storm and hope to rot—when simply seeing them drove some to madness, and others to their knees, begging for a death that never came.

I knew it. I opened it and flipped through the pages until I landed a fourth of the way through. This version was in English, but more of an Old English. Some of the words were a little foreign to me and yet I was still able to understand. The page I landed on stuck out like a sore thumb and I knew there was no way I just happened upon it by chance. ‘Unbinding spell. To return something that has been taken…’

He took her hands in his. "You would always pull him out, you are his other half too, but he is a danger to you, Ophelia. Every time I'm with you and any strong feeling I have would pull him out. Every bit of rage, joy, sorrow, and love will pull him out. He would want to have you and I wouldn't be able to stop him. Ophelia, I need you to make a decision. I want you to decide whether you would stay with me even after knowing your life might be in danger for the rest of your life. Ophelia, you have the option of walking out and being free. Even if there was no danger, I don't want you to be tied to me or anyone else because of a Goddess-created bond. I want you to have the freedom to decide w