Words From Bound Novels & Stories

Each word hits harder than the last. “Soon.” “How soon?” I ask, my voice barely holding together. Marcus’s gaze doesn’t waver. “Weeks.” The word echoes in my head. Weeks. That’s all? That’s all the time I have left? “If it happens,” he continues, his voice grim, “he’ll be bound to her.” My stomach drops. The bond. The mate bond. “What does that mean?” I ask, though I’m not sure I want the answer. “It means yours will be severed,” Marcus says.

"No. The bond. You and she are bound. It wasn't a question. Elara had figured it out, and judging by her expression, it was worse than she had anticipated. "Elara," Lucien began. Elara remarked in a trembling voice, "We've been at war for four hundred years because of a vampire and witch bond." "Because it resulted in betrayal and murder." You've bonded with one of them, too. To the enemy." "I didn't choose this." "Neither did King Aldric!" Elara's composure cracked. "And it got him killed.

it corrects. “You opened.” I swallow. The memory of the courtyard still sits sharp in my chest. The creatures that followed. The frost-black ground. “Are you like them?” I ask. “No.” The answer is immediate. “They are fragments.” “Of what?” “Unbound dark.” That sounds worse. “You are bound?” I ask. “Yes.” “To what?” A stillness expands before it replies. “Purpose.” The word feels heavy, like Father when he shifts, like Artemis when she glows too bright.

He came with a growl, burying himself deep, cock pulsing as he filled me again. We collapsed onto the sheets, panting, tangled. “I felt it,” I whispered. “Something shift.” Lucien kissed the wound on my neck. “It’s done. You’re mine now. Bound to me.” “What does that mean?” His voice was quiet, almost reverent. “No man will touch you again without bleeding for it. If you kiss another, I’ll taste it. If you lie, I’ll feel it. If someone tries to take you, I’ll destroy 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.

Like he was my water and I was in the desert thirsty for relief. And for the first time, I realize that the Binding isn’t an object holding us together, but a living breathing connection that livens up when stroked. Our pronunciation of marriage made it come alive stronger than before. If we struggled saying no earlier, then now it would be impossible. The air around us was charged like we were electric ourselves. I could taste his needs on my tongue, the desperation for sex.

it continues. My wolf bares her teeth inside me. “You are not welcome here,” I say. “You are bound.” A soft chuckle echoes off the stone. “Bound,” the Unbound repeats. “Yes. But bindings stretch, Alpha Selene. Especially when fed.” “Fed by what?” I demand. “Guilt,” he replies easily. “Fear. Mercy mistaken for weakness.” Kael’s body shudders as the voice uses him, his hands clenching as if he’s fighting to pull himself back.

I stopped dead in my tracks, my fingers gripping the silver handles of the tray so hard the metal bit into my raw skin. There was a heavy, suffocating silence from inside the room before Kieran's deep, gravelly voice echoed through the crack. He sounded incredibly distant, his tone weighed down by an unyielding, exhausted gravity. "You know I can't just walk away, Tanya," Kieran rumbled, each word sounding like a heavy iron chain dragging across stone. "I am bound by the bond." The world stopped spinning. *I am bound by the bond.* The words sliced through my chest like a jagged blade, tearing away the silver mist, the sweet promises, and the fragile hope I had spent the morning trying to pro