Bond Of Silence Novels & Stories

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."

He shoved me aside and rushed to Amy's side. Amy clung to him, sobbing, trembling. "David… May said I ruined your Bonding ceremony. She pushed me down the stairs…" "She said if I didn't leave you, she would leak my nudes to the entire pack, destroy my name, and crush any chance I have of becoming Luna…" "May… please… I was wrong… I'm begging you, just let me go…" David's face turned stormy. A vein pulsed in his temple. His wolf bared its fangs like it was ready to tear me apart.

EZRA Silence. She doesn't move. Doesn’t even breathe. Just stares with a blank look on her face Then—very softly, like she’s trying not to raise her voice or scream—she says, “You what?” “I didn’t mean to.” The words taste pathetic. “It wasn’t supposed to happen.” “You marked me?” Her voice rises, brittle. “What does that even mean?” “It’s a bond. Like… like a tether. I didn’t force it I swear and it wasn't intentional. It just—when I took you that day in my office, something shifted. I felt it. I thought if I ignored 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

“Feel the bond. Feel us. Not them.” He groaned into my mouth, hands gripping my hips with bruising force as the kiss turned savage. I rocked against him, grinding down even though we were both still partially clothed. The pleasure sparked fast and desperate. I channeled it into the bond, pushing my resonance deep into him, trying to burn away the corporate programming. For a moment, it worked. Kael’s eyes cleared. He thrust up against me with a broken growl, the failsafe retreating under the strength of our connection.

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.

Then she feels the bond between mother and son, which has been a barely legible thread since the ceremony and which has been thinning daily toward the threshold where connection becomes indistinguishable from absence, give one clean pulse. Small and warm and specific. And then the pulse dies. The bond goes silent in the way that signals are not merely inaudible but absent, the connection not dimmed but broken, the thread between mother and child cut in the complete way of something that cannot be held past its breaking point. Araya's hands stay over her chest. The silence where the bond was is total and complete and carries the specific character of a permanent thing. The army marches east.

The system went silent. For the first time since entering this nightmare— the system had no answer. The guardian looked back at me. Then at Silas. And suddenly— the bond between us lit visibly in the air. Silver threads wrapped around both our bodies. My breath caught. Silas stared too. “What the hell…” Lyra’s face lost all color. “No…” I looked sharply at her. “What?” Her voice dropped into a whisper. “The bond completed.” Silence. Then the guardian spoke the words that shattered everything.