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‘Fury Bound’ Forbidden Romance! Read an Excerpt of Sable Sorensen’s ‘Dire Bound’ Sequel
What To Know
- Fury Bound, the sequel to Sable Sorenson’s Dire Bound, continues Meryn Cooper’s journey as she inherits both the crown and a deadly war.
- Swooon‘s exclusive excerpt reveals the shattering of the Dire Blade.
Ahead of tomorrow’s publication, Swooon is thrilled to reveal an exclusive excerpt of Fury Bound, the sequel to Sable Sorensen’s gripping romantasy Dire Bound.
Picking up right where we left off, Fury Bound finds Meryn Cooper having just inherited the crown and the deadly war that comes with it. Sorensen teases, “Confusingly, the one person Meryn can trust is Stark Therion—the dark, dangerous Alpha she thought hated her as much as she loathed him. Yet, his loyalty is unshakeable. His presence is intoxicating. And with his guidance, Meryn can seize an unthinkable level of power.”
Scroll to read an exclusive excerpt of the second book in Sable Sorensen’s The Wolves of Ruin series. Trust us, you won’t want to miss this soaring sophomore novel, with revenge at its heart.
Fury Bound Excerpt
Suddenly, I know. I just know.
Whatever magic was used to compel the direwolves through this sword before—whatever magic links us all together—it’s all been corrupted. Tainted. Infiltrated. I can sense it, like a sickness lurking on the edges of my mind. My stomach lurches.
My powers are not my own; he’s cut off part of it. And he’s done it with his insidious blood magic.
The Siphon who once ruled still has his vicious fangs deep into this kingdom. It’s not going to be enough.
The moment I think it, the heat from the bracelet surges from my wrist, through my fingers . . . And into the sword itself.
Streaks of red race down the Dire Blade.
With a high, ringing note, the blade shatters into a thousand glittering silver pieces.
No.
I look at the fragments in shock.
That sword. . . that ancient, incredible thing that helped link the humans and the direwolves, that allowed for control . . . It’s just gone.
“Move, Meryn,” Anassa urges, and as if time has slowed, images around me come together and coalesce. Daemos warriors are closing in.
Shards of the Dire Blade are all around me, dull and useless in the dirt. Asteio rears up to slash razor-sharp claws across the face of a Bonded warrior approaching on foot. His face is a bloody pulp as he falls backward.
My fingers are still wrapped tightly around the Dire Blade’s hilt, but the weapon is unusable, ending now in a ragged stump of iron just inches from the cross guard.
A painful roar rips from my throat. This is all his fault.
I jump onto Anassa’s back, mind clearing as I sheathe the hilt that remains.
The memory of the rush of power the crown gave me is sharp.
If we’re going to have a chance of winning this, I need that crown.
“Let’s go,” I say to Anassa, and she doesn’t need to ask—she just races toward Stark and Cratos and that Kryptos bitch.
The Daemos Alpha and his wolf are across the arena, standing at the center of a circle of wolves. Holding them all off alone.
His movements are so fast they’re hard to follow. He parries and thrusts, somehow making five Bonded attackers and their wolves fight for their lives.
Their fight blocks the Kryptos woman from getting to the exit. I spy her shimmering form as she continues to blend into the shadows, holding tight to her prize: my crown. The symbol of my rightful authority.
Anger churns inside me, and I once again reach for the shadow magic that ran so effortlessly through my veins earlier. But the magic is slippery and elusive, evading my grasp.
I give a yell of frustration. We’re almost to Stark when Anassa suddenly pulls out of her run, stopping short.
Excerpted from Fury Bound by Sable Sorensen.
