Zepbound Stories Novels & Stories

Her eyes shone with unshed tears as she remembered the times she fainted from his brutal beatings. Zyra shared the sad parts of her past. She talked about how her father used her to pay his debts. "When he lost money gambling or couldn't pay for his meals, he made me work in a restaurant or game shop until he paid everything back. I felt like I was just something he used to settle his bills," Alexa said, her voice shaking with the memories. The room felt heavy as Alexa told her story. She opened up about her pain and how little control she had over her life. In one of her most heart-wrenching moments, she mentioned the time her father sold her to Valle's brother without thinking twice.

After all these years, it was still weird. “If anything, Zayle might be the only one who does. He so fiercely believes in fated mates. That he wants to actually be with someone like me.” ‘You are the hope of this pack. You are their Luna. You will usher in their golden era, you and your offspring.’ A kiss touched my cheek before a hand pressed over my heart. I felt the bond as though she was touching it physically. My chest rose and fell as she added power to the bond I felt with Zayle. It felt heavier than before, as her hand moved away and her presence disappeared.

Stephen looked at the three unknown creatures and asked, “What is this place’s origins? Why are there so many graves? What kind of creatures were buried here? “How would we know?” “Yeah! Very little is recorded about the Zephyria World in our ancient books. There are only records about powerhouses obtaining great treasures from the Zephyria World.” “Please spare us.” The three captured beings kept pleading for freedom. “Let them go,” said James. Stephen released their seals and allowed them to be freed. The three immediately stretched their muscles and looked at James’ group. One of the chubbier men asked smilingly, “Which world are you guys from? Where are you guys headed?”

“Oh Damien I can’t hold it in anymore, I want to cu— She came before the words came out, spilling warm fluids on his dick. She couldn't feel her legs. The urge to cum came, and he did spilling everything inside her. He bit her butt and slumped onto the bed, tired. “Fuck, that was hot baby.” He bit his lower lip, his eyes on her. “Mmmm.” She nodded, facing him, hair slightly undone, that look on her face that was equal parts satisfied and exhausted. He reached up and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “What happened at the Wellingtons?” She exhaled slowly. “Nothing major. Dad and Susan were happy to see me.” And “Margaret was Margaret.”

My heart hammered as adrenaline tore through me. “No,” I snarled. “Don’t touch me.” Hands grabbed my legs anyway, rough and unyielding. Another zip tie snapped tight around my ankles, pulling them together painfully. I glared up at them. My chest heaved. “You think this ends with him walking away?” I demanded. “You think he won’t tear this place apart brick by brick?” The men exchanged looks. Then the first one smiled again—thin, knowing. “That’s the idea.” They stepped back. They left me alone under the harsh light, bound and shaking. The echo of their footsteps faded into the cavernous space.

But as she listened to the thousand-voiced song rising into the night, she knew they would face it together. The story of Bloodbound was over. The story of the Gardener’s World had just begun.

The Ardent Order hesitated—for the first time, uncertain. But the woman only laughed. “Then come, Heir. Show the world what it made when it tried to kill you.” And behind her, the rest of the world—vampires, ghosts, ancient beings—were already stirring. Because the Bloodbound Queen had risen. And nothing could stop what came next. ~~~ The fire still burned behind Alya’s eyes. She sat on the shattered edge of the altar chamber, her legs trembling beneath her, skin glowing faintly with the runes that had awoken inside her blood. The fight with the Ardent Order was over—for now—but not a single part of her felt victorious.

*** In the cell, The Zeta was bound by chains, his wrist hanging from the ceiling, and his legs were chained apart in a wide stance. His eyes snapped open, roaming and calculating. A defiant smirk appeared on his face, then a devilish chuckle left his mouth. “Is this part where you torture me for information?” He asked in a sarcastic tone. “It depends on how you answer my questions. You might live to see another day.” My father responded. My father's voice boomed with a series of questions, yet the Zeta refused to speak. His intense gaze never leaves mine. Despite the bruises and blood covering his battered body, he refused to yield; his silence was an unwavering loyalty to his pack.

Kieran's POV The world around us transforms into a whirlwind of chaos, fear and war, as the weeks pass. Two weeks after the Vampires ambush, the TV and Radio announcements stopped. The last we heard from our leader was that all contacts between vampires and their consorts were banned. His reinforcing words were stay hidden and stay safe, we are at War. “I’m heading to the Store,” Rebecca announces, jumping from the kitchen island where she was perched. Professor Evans does not bother glancing up at her before saying no. He was by the coffee machine trying to brew one for himself.

Grandma Zora placed a hand on my shoulder and whispered, "Do it now.” "I, Vespa, formally reject Zeke and Ziah as my mates. I release you both from our bond, and I no longer desire a romantic relationship with you. I wish you peace and hope you find true love in the future. I also hope you can find it in your hearts to forgive me.” Ziah's hand clutched his heart, and he let out a painful growl, the most painful sound I've ever heard in my life, while Zeke went on his knees with his head bowed to the ground.