Bond Novels & Stories

A beat. “…I need the truth.” Kieran stepped closer. Not threatening. But heavy. “…You were injured.” Eli frowned. “…I know that.” Kieran continued. “…And unstable.” Eli blinked. “…Unstable how?” Silence. Because this part— Was dangerous to explain. “…The bond was forming.” Kieran finally said. Eli’s breath caught. “…Bond?” Kieran nodded slightly. “…It reacts differently depending on the host.”

I feel a rush of something and Jason inhales sharply as well. “We are bonded,” Jason smiles. “What promises are made here, will echo into eternity. Jason and Amilee you are bound by promises and commitment. Neither of you should be careless enough to test or betray your bond. I bless this commitment,” Micah finishes and Jason and I hold our fingers our for Jared and Crystal to bandage. Then we turn and face the crowd. “All those committed to the support of this bond, stand.” I look out at the pack. They stand as if they are one person. My parents stand as well.

A nosy stinky corpse in the name of a vampire Kyle asked me, sounding genuinely curious to know about how I feel about this trashy mate bond thingie and my non-existent feelings towards that stinky, smelly, furry, round ass hot as fuck Alpha Doggie… Hearing his question, I swallowed down my whole drink in one gulp and slammed the glass back on the table before replying to his annoyed voice while looking at him with glaring eyes, feeling darn frustrated… “I feel like bloody strangling that hot as fuck,stinky, furry ass Alpha mutt’s darn neck and fucking his round fat ass hard, doing him to the fullest until that growling mouth of his is fucking begging me to st

I swore someone asked if he kept the receipt. Once we sat down, Triston gripped my thigh, leaning into my ear. "Careful with our words. You and I are madly in love," he whispered. I gritted my teeth, responding, "I know." I retorted, “Your family is kind as always.” He was close to my face, and I could smell his cologne. Musky yet so clean,

"Stay away from me." "Oh, this isn't for you. Not directly." I held the needle up to the torchlight, watching how it seemed to absorb the flames rather than reflect them. "You see, a mate bond is like a rope connecting two souls. It carries emotions, memories, even physical sensations back and forth between the bonded pair." I could see understanding dawning in his eyes. And with it, fear. "But like any rope," I continued, my explanation running longer than necessary, why was I explaining so much? "it can be cut. Permanently. Would you like to know what that feels like?"

“Lore time. Abstract. No pressure.” She squinted at my art. “Are we doing a Venn diagram? Because I’m alarmingly turned on by your commitment to a visual.” “Laugh now,” I said, relieved by humor like a rope in a flood. “Two circles: you, me. The overlap is the mate bond. It is real, felt, and unruly. It brings sparks when we touch, it insists we smell each other’s feelings, and it’s loudest when we’re in danger. It does not erase your choices. Ever.”

Strong and rhythmic as they matched mine. One beat. One bond.

Penelope said as she stood and leaned forward over the desk. "I apologize, Luna Marigold and Penelope. I do not mean to upset you. I understand that my mate, Alpha Eli, had proposed marriage to you. However, this was before he knew he had a fated mate. You both should know what they teach us in school about fated bonds. They are the most sacred bond of all. I may not have grown up within an Alpha family, but Alpha blood runs through me, which made me top student in patrols. I'm fated to Eli for a reason, Penelope, and we are following the path the Moon Goddess has made for us. Now, I am here to help and propose a potential allia

I ask. “I can ignore it most of the time.” “Those motherfuckers,” I say and pull my hand back. I smear the droplets of blood off on my jeans. “What? What now?” “They created a doom bond.” “I’ve never heard of that.” “Landon or Easton or both of them forced a bond into being using magic. Your bond with Easton isn’t real.” “Isn’t that just a chosen mate bond?” she asks, and lets go of her t-shirt.

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.