The Thread Between Worlds

The Thread Between Worlds

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To become a Binder is to tempt death for power, fame, or fortune. For Sway, it's the only way out. In a world where people forge bonds with spirits to gain supernatural strength, Binders are both revered and feared. The risk is simple: if the spirit overpowers you, you lose everything-your body, your mind, your soul. Sway enters Aether High, the most prestigious academy for spirit Binders, determined to prove that someone from the gutters can rise above it all. But when the Binding Ceremony begins, what answers his call isn't a protector. It's something ancient. Cold. Hungry. And it chooses him. Now bound to a parasitic force that whispers in his thoughts and claws beneath his skin, Sway must navigate a school that already sees him as a threat. Students avoid him. Teachers watch him. The spirit inside him watches everyone. As the bond tightens, and the line between who he is and what it wants begins to vanish, Sway faces a terrible choice: control the darkness he's linked to, or become its next puppet. Because this spirit doesn't just want power. It wants a body. And it's learning how to wear his.
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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