Words From Bound Novels & Stories

“ 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

“You might’ve picked the wrong hinge.” Luneth’s veil stirs. Her voice is soft but cuts straight through me. “We do not choose wrong. You are bound to the Wilds, and the Wilds are bound to you.” I swallow hard. “Bound how?” Virel steps closer, water dripping from her fingers into the glowing roots. “Through them,” she says gently. “The beasts you walk beside. The kings who bleed for you. The bonds that wait unsealed.” The air tightens around me. My stomach flips. “You mean the… mates.”

Yet she couldn’t forget the sound of his voice, the warning behind his words. This wasn’t over. It was only the beginning. And somewhere deep down, beneath the relief, a darker truth whispered that, Adrian Harrington wasn’t just a contract. He was a storm. And she had just signed her life into that storm.

The ground split open, a narrow fissure glowing faintly, and from it rose a single truth, pressed into Sarai’s mind with ruthless clarity: For the child to remain hidden, the devil must be bound. Malik sucked in a sharp breath. “That’s it,” he said quietly. “That’s the cost.” “No,” Sarai said immediately, shaking her head. “There has to be another way.” He cupped her face, forehead resting against hers. “Love was never free, Sarai. I just didn’t know it would ask this much.” “What does bound mean?” she whispered. Aunt Dee answered, voice heavy. “It means his access to the underworld will be severed. His name will stop carrying weight there. He won’t be hunted but he won’t be feared either.”