Bond Novels & Stories

Angus said with shrug when Liam threw him a look of ‘ what the hell are you saying bro ’. “ what ? I might be right ” Angus said. “ you're wrong he can't kill his mate as he will die too have you forgotten oh I forgot you don't have a mate yet ” Liam said. “ what do mean by that ” Angus threw Liam an angry look. “ I'm just saying who knows if Claudia is your mate ” Liam said wriggling his brows. “oh please she isn't i would have felt the connection, whereas I can't accept her as my mate either ” Angus said as he turned around to look at the giants and giantess who were drinking and laughing.

mom said looking at dad. "Well fated mates are two people who posses what we call a mate bond. Before you ask, a mate bond is like a bond, a special bond that two people share. For example, your mother and I share that bond, the bond is so strong that I can't live without her and she can't live without me, if she dies I die too. If she cheats I will automatically know she did and if I cheat she will know that I cheated. The bond is so strong it's like we share a apart of

I didn't kiss a guy for 5 years I'm pretty nervous. And then he touches my lips and it's going automatically. I get lost and almost forget where we are when suddenly the bathroom door opens and I remember Defne in it. I immediately let go of his lips and get into Deniz room before she gets out. "Vay, vay, vay, eniste!" Defne playfully adds in Turkish saying wow three times and uncle to Hudson. Eniste is used in Turkish as the husband of the sister or an aunt. I guess she heard us. They both laugh and I hear their steps going downstairs.

Not sealed… resting. I press my palm flat to my chest and listen without pulling. And there, a faint answering pressure. Like a heartbeat heard through walls. Alive. I close my eyes briefly in gratitude so sharp it borders on pain. “She’s not gone,” I tell him. “She’s… recessed.” Harley’s voice breaks around the edges. “You swear?” “Yes.” “How can you be sure?” “Because when a bond dies,” I say, opening my eyes again, “it doesn’t change shape. It stops. This didn’t stop. It folded.”

Nate : wanna hangout tonight? Joy instantly kicks the worry out of my head and fulfills the space inside the car. My heart begins to race in excitement. With a smile spread so wide on my face, I tap, tap, tap my reply away. Me : I’d love to! Three dots dancing on the screen before his reply comes through. Nate : Gonner. 8? Gonner? A club? Dancing? “Eeeek,” I shriek. My heart is running a mile a minute at the thought of all the posibilities tonight might bring.

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

Just hold on a little longer. The bond pulses weakly in response. It has to be enough. It has to be.

"Something happened." She waited. "My kind mates for life," he said. "One bond. One person. It's not chosen, it's recognized. When you find your mate the bond activates immediately. Completely. It's called the True Chosen Mate bond and it's…" He stopped. Started again. "It's the most sacred thing in our world. Unbreakable. Permanent." Sara was very still.

Davyn asked. "No. It's not... it's not an injury." "Then what is it?" Torrhen didn't answer because he knew what it was. He just didn't want to say it out loud. A bond. The rarest kind. The kind that hadn't been documented in over fifty years. A pain bond. When one person's suffering became another's. When hurt traveled through an invisible link that couldn't be broken, couldn't be ignored. Only happened between mates, true mates. The kind destined by something deeper than choice, deeper than logic.

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.