Bond Of Silence Novels & Stories

“Swear to me right here, right now, that you never let him touch you.” Her lips parted, her tears falling, her silence heavy. And in the silence, I felt the bond crack so hard it nearly killed me. “Swear it,” I said again, my voice rough, my claws trembling as the bond cracked inside me. “Swear to me right here, right now, that you never let him touch you.” Maeve’s lips parted, her eyes wet, silver shimmering with tears. She whispered, “Carson…” But no vow came. No words to seal the bond. Only silence.

she said calmly. “So we change perception.” Ardyn’s brow furrowed. “Explain.” “We’ve been defending bonds as harmonic constructs. But bonds aren’t just frequency.” Riven leaned forward slowly. “They’re choice.” Mara nodded. “If silence occurs, wolves must not interpret it as loss. They must interpret it as trust.” Kael frowned. “Trust in what?” “In continuity.” In the certainty that absence of signal does not equal abandonment. That bonds persist even when not actively felt.

‘How? Chuckling around a mouth full of cock does Jake move to answer. ‘Its because of our bond Tori. You and I along with Zak and Alex each have a bond. A soul bond if you will. A bond greater than any mate bond could ever give us. It’s a bond that’s always been there till now.’ ‘So… I wasn’t imagining your voice that one day?’ ‘Nope. Sorry little mate. I’m real, very real. Now cum for me. I know you want to.’

Lightsticks beamed brightly in the darkness, flooding the space with vibrant hues. "Silence speaks for those who listen." Kyle's magnetic voice came through as he jumped down the swing. The music gradually grew louder. "This song tells the story of a boy who took forever to understand the whispers of his silence, finally losing the girl he loves," he continued. "Hope you'll enjoy it."

The Lycan and werewolf mating bond is like a drug, the most addictive drug possible, all-consuming that no amount of rehabilitation can truly free you from it. Like any enslaving drug, it takes away what you truly feel and think and replaces those with illusions, compulsions and an endless unwarranted longing for another. You are a slave to it and it lures you in with passion and lust. You Suddenly love, and lust, are totally connected with someone that before the bond existed was nothing to you, possibly even an enemy, or not the gender you prefer. It takes away choice, independence and most importantly individuality. It also rides in tandem, is complicit with the rank system of Lycans an

And from the dark at the far end of the corridor, the voice returned closer, clearer, and carrying the finality of a process already at the edge of completion. “Bond integrity at failure threshold. Final extraction commencing.” The center of the bond flickered hard. Kael’s hand tightened on mine until I felt the bones shift. “Elara” The connection between us began to go silent.

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.

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

"She... took... them." ​Silas stood up, his face reddening. "You’re speaking? After five years of silence, you break your vow for a Romanov brat? This is treason, Dante! The Treaty states—" ​"The Treaty is dead," I interrupted, stepping forward and slamming a leather folder onto the marble table. "And so is your leverage. Silas, you’ve been funneling three percent of the Moretti heroin trade into a private account in the Cayman Islands for six years. Account number ending in 9921. Correct?"

she asked. "You would take part in the family's ceremony and swear your oath in front of the Don. And…" Joseph looked at her. "You can never betray the family." "What else?" "There's one more thing." His voice softened. "You'll need a sponsor." "Who?" "Me." The sea breeze swept past them. In the distance, a ship's horn echoed across the water. Liliana looked at Joseph. The fading sunlight cast shifting shadows across his face. Suddenly, she thought back to the orphanage, more than ten years ago. She remembered that quiet boy who had shared half his bread with her, and the flower she had picked by the roadside and handed to him.