Bond Life Novels & Stories

“It’s quieter now, but not gone.” So, the danger was not over. Nevertheless, all of a sudden, something else had to happen. “You feel that too?” Ceres asked, as she could see in my eyes that I had sensed something coursing through us. “It’s like a connection.” “It’s not just a connection,” Sheila said suddenly,“It’s a bond.” Zane frowned, “What kind of bond?” She looked between me, Ceres and my stomach. “A triple Apocalypse bond,” she answered. “What does that mean?”

BLAIR'S POV: I ran as fast as I could, my feet were hurting. I could feel them closing in on me, this wasn’t the first time, and definitely won’t be the last. Hi, I am Briar and I am a hybrid and I have been hunted down all my life. Have you imagined paying for something that wasn’t your fault? well, that has been my life since I came into existence. My parents mated despite being of different species and when I was conceived the council ordered my death and here I am even after seventeen years of being hunted down.

What was she getting at? Glinda took a deep breath, as if gathering her thoughts. "Okay, let's break this down. New bonds, real, powerful bonds, form in only two ways. There's a mating bond, and there's a pledge bond. You haven't pledged yourself to anyone, have you?" "No," I repeated, a little louder this time. "Which leaves only one possibility, Zara," she said softly. "A mating bond. And it's there, I can feel it. It just... hasn't fully clicked into place yet. Think of it like a lock waiting for the right key.”

“Tell me, Daniel—how much has Rigel told you? About what the bond really means. About what it’s doing to you.” I hesitated. His words felt like hooks, tugging at thoughts I’d been trying to ignore since Lyra’s warnings, since Adrian’s confessions. He took a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The bond isn’t just a connection—it’s a leash. A tool designed to control you. To keep you tied to him. And every time you use its power, you’re only tightening that leash. Do you really want to live like that? Forever bound to someone who needs you more than they love you?”

There was no turning back now. With Luna's consent, Soren began the ceremony to sever the bond between Amelia and the Heartstone. The room filled with an ethereal light as the traditions of their people unfolded. Amelia could feel the energy shifting, building towards a climax she couldn't yet comprehend. As the bond was finally broken, a surge of power emanated from Amelia. It crackled through her, threatening to overwhelm her fragile human form. She closed her eyes, focusing on the words Soren had spoken, on redirecting the energy towards protection rather than destruction.

I scold him only to get an amused look from him. “I am curious though,” Fredja remarks. “If she had so much to tell you, why wait till now? What happened that caused her to move? What changed?” I flush at her question. I had asked the moon goddess the same thing and with an amused smile she answered. “You consummated your bond,” she says, her eyes twinkling. “I know most people just do it as some ritual but it is more than that. Accepting and consulting a mate bond is saying you accept the mate that I had given to you and an invite to.me to bless it. Your mating gave me the opportunity to come in.”

The bond pulsed—a gentle, approving rhythm. Brian squeezed his hand. ❄️ “You always forget that you started it. You gave them the tools. The rest… they do themselves.” Alex leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. “It’s beautiful.” ❄️ “And it’s permanent?” Brian asked. Alex smiled, opening his eyes. “Not permanent in a rigid way. But sustainable. That’s better.” The bond hummed softly. Alex had learned to hear it not as a warning or a call to arms, but as a companion, steady and constant.

“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.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

Furthermore, the bond was so fresh that it could damage both of us if we severed it this quickly. Finally, he said, “Listen. You’re wolfles. The bond isn’t the same as it would be with a wolf. It’s partial. It won’t deepen beyond what it is right now unless you shift, and since that’s not something you can do, it will be manageable. Severing it down the line is also considerably simpler.” I stared at him.