talesofheaven

[DARK FANTASY]
[MATURE CONTENT] 
[NO RAPE]

Euphy woke up alone in an abandoned bunker with no memory of who she was or how she got there. 
Venturing into the unknown, she discovered she had crossed into Wolfstadt—a kingdom notorious for its ruthless ruler, King Maximus Adalwolf. Known as a tyrant feared by all, Maximus was the last person she wanted to cross paths with. But fate had other plans.

Desperate for answers about her past, she was forced to make a dangerous pact with the very man who embodied power and cruelty. Signing a contract she didn’t fully understand, she became bound to serve the king in exchange for his help.

As she embarked on a perilous journey to piece together her lost memories, she found herself caught in a web of treachery, power, and a king who seemed as much her captor as he was her ally.
In a world where trust is a luxury and freedom feels like a distant dream, she must decide whether her past is worth the price of her soul.

***
“I need something in return.”

“What is it?”

“Your ability to heal,” he stated plainly, his voice devoid of emotion. “In exchange, I’ll help you recover your memory.”

She frowned at his strange request. “I don’t think I can do what you’re asking,” she replied nervously, her voice slightly wavering. “I… I don’t even know if I can use healing magic. I’ve never done it before… well, as far as I remember.”

His golden eyes remained fixed on her, his expression as cold and indifferent as ever. “Of course, you can,” he said matter-of-factly, his tone laced with an unsettling certainty. “It’s in your blood.”

Leaning forward slightly, he added with a cruel edge, “And let’s not forget—you don’t really have much of a choice. Either you do as I say, or you remain a slave prisoner forever here in Wolfstadt.”

The weight of his words was merciless, each one cutting deeper than the last. The way he spoke, so calm and detached, made it clear that neither option would truly benefit her. It was a game, and no matter how she played, the odds were stacked firmly in his favor.

With a trembling sigh, her shoulders slumped, and unshed tears pooled in her eyes. Deep down, she knew the choice she was about to make might lead to regret, but she had no other option.

“Fine,” she whispered after a long, agonizing pause.

“Atta girl,” the king said with a smirk that dripped with mockery, his golden eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” His tone was casual, almost taunting, as though her surrender had been inevitable.

She ignored his condescension, clenching her fists to steady herself. Forcing herself to focus, she asked directly, “What do I need to do?”

The king straightened, brushing imaginary dust off his sleeves as he stood. He cast a final glance her way before delivering his answer with unnerving nonchalance.

“Well, to start,” he said coolly, “you have to become my wife.”

Before she could react, he turned and strode out of the room, his robes trailing behind him, leaving her stunned into silence.

It took her a full minute to process his words, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in like a stone in water. By the time she fully grasped it, the room was silent, and she was alone.

SOULBOUND: Forbidden Hearts

The title of this story has been changed from SOULBOUND: Forbidden Hearts to Chains of Fate and Fire: Bound to the King's Gamble.

The change was made because the previous title was too generic and didn't give much of a hint about what the story is about.

I hope most of you are satisfied with this change.

Title Changed