Angel Bond Novels & Stories

The anchor function finding, inside the original bond's held quality, something more interior than what the nine-year bond-network deepenings had reached. Rin could not easily describe it yet. The vocabulary was still developing — the notebook entries for the eleventh year were shorter than usual and more qualified, the specific language of someone who is trying to describe something that exists at a depth the available language has not been shaped to reach. "The anchor has always sustained the accord from the original bond's surface," Rin said one evening in the library. "What I have been understanding in the eleventh year is that the original bond has depth. It is not a single frequency —

"Kaelan mentioned something about it before, but he didn’t explain much." Maren nodded. "That’s because even he doesn’t fully understand it. The bond you share with Kaelan is rare, child. It’s called the Ikatan Lunar—the Lunar Bond. It’s a connection forged by the moon itself, tying your spirits together. It’s why you were able to break his curse." Rhea’s heart skipped a beat at Maren’s words. "So... this bond, it’s what makes us... connected?"

“Ancient. Dangerous. It can sever the mate bond, but only at a cost.” “What kind of cost?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Pain. Memory. Possibly even life. Severing the mate bond is not like cutting a string it is like tearing two souls apart. You may never feel love the same way again. You may never bond with anyone else. The Goddess does not grant second chances lightly.” I closed my eyes, Ryan’s face flashing behind my lids. His smile, his anger, his touch. And the moment I saw his father’s face and realized… everything.

The room felt too small for the five of us to stand in. For a moment, she witnessed something she hadn’t before: a minor act of violence between the Alphas. Kael’s hand brushed against Dante’s shoulder with more force than necessary, a silent claim, a warning, and a spark of tension that could ignite at any second. Aria’s chest tightened further. The bond reacted instinctively, warmth spreading through her body, the connection between them all pulsing with energy she didn’t yet understand. Selena leaned back, observing with detached satisfaction. “Interesting,” she murmured. “So fragile, so volatile. A girl, and three wolves, and yet even a whisper of doubt shakes them. How… charming.”

"Oh my gosh! Does that mean—" "Keep your voice down!" the first she-wolf whispered urgently. "Do you think they can't tell? Alpha Jack even used his own money to cover the gap just so he could bring her back legitimately. Who knows what kind of spell Grace has him under to make him favor her this much?" "Poor Luna Ivy… She's still in the dark, thinking the Alpha is doing all this for the good of the pack…" Their voices gradually faded as they walked away. I leaned against the cold stall divider, my body icy as my nails dug into my palms.

I mutter, but my voice sounds cracked and I have to clear my throat, "I won't screw it up." The news of our supposed bond almost brought my father to his knees in praise of Mother Nature. Apparently, getting Angelique Monroe is my best achievement yet. Being connected to Cristoff Monroe is like winning the lotery, he is the Alpha of one of the largest packs in California and he’s an important part of the council.

I can’t let him know that I’ve already sold my soul for their safety. “Yes, I do,” I hear myself say, the lie tasting like poison. “I don’t want you, Orion. I never did.” “You’re lying—” “I, Zane Monroe, reject you—” “Zane, please, don’t—!” “Orion Leonetti, as my mate.” Orion’s face crumples, and I watch in horror as the bond between us snaps, like a string pulled too tight before finally breaking. I can feel it even now, in the dream—the moment everything shattered. The look in his eyes … it’s something I’ll never forget.

My footsteps echo softly against the floor as I walk toward the altar. My dress glides with every movement, but I barely feel it. All my focus is on them. My heart beats hard, a swirl of anxiety and resignation tightening in my chest. The golden phrase "Bonding Ceremony" glows with an ethereal warmth at the center of the floral arch. The curtain of lights illuminates each white petal, creating a solemn atmosphere. The glass tables with golden bases reflect the brilliance around us, and among the decorations, the phrase "Forever" rests in silence, a reminder of the inevitability of this union.

“It’s testing you. If you falter, if the bond wavers, it will exploit the opening.” Kael’s eyes met Aria’s. “It won’t. Not while I’m standing.” She nodded, heart hammering, and the bond flared—gold and shadow spiraling, intertwining, a living bridge between them. A pulse of synchronized energy shot from them toward the shard, and the ground trembled beneath their feet.

I turned to look at their faces and watched a flicker of dread pass through their eyes. "He will never find us. And the only thing he will find of you is what is left." Angél laughed, but Hector did not join her. "You know, do you not, traitor beta." I said, holding his gaze in challenge. "Know what, human? Be specific!" He growled and stepped in front of Angél. "I have the bond." The beta went pale. "Or did your Alpha not tell you?" I could see that Jordan had been keeping certain things from the beta.