Bond Touch Novels & Stories

Drawing the chair out I sat at the elegant table. Banging her hand on the table, I feared it would hurt but she only grunted out a ragged breath. "What's this so hard eeeh" she exclaimed "Wenti be this?" continuing with her angry speech she cleaned the sliver spoon squeezing the fabric tightly. I could only watch. "This time of the month is always the hardest" she spoke up after some minute. I only hummed out knowing I was missing an important massage. "Today is the lunar ball" Ebere said filling me in.

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

"The bond makes it brighter. When you're older and if the bond happens for you, it'll look different." "What's the bond?" I thought about how to explain the bond to an eight-year-old. About the four compass points in my chest, the rooms in the house, the specific and distinct weight of four people who were entirely themselves and had chosen to stay. "It's a connection," I said. "Between you and the people who matter most. It's how you know you're not alone." I paused. "It feels like warmth, in the place where your mark is." She put her hand over the mark on her shoulder. Considered.

“…I never stopped being yours. Not once. You can deny me in front of them, push me away now, but it won’t matter. The bond is already sealed.” The latch bit into my palm. My breath stilled. What..bond? Her smile deepened, as she felt triumphant. “You felt it too. When I touched you. Right? You just don’t want to admit it.”

“No. You’re not going to die.” “Then what the hell—” “You put a claim on him.” I stared. “A claim.” “It means he’s yours…and every other woman has to back off. That’s probably why you’ve been feeling his emotions. They’re leaking through the bond.” I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. Closed it. Opened it again. “Bond?” He nodded. “The mark. It ties you together. Makes him drawn to you…it's very hard to resist. Makes you feel what he feels when the emotions are strong enough. Especially if he’s… hurting. Or desperate.”

"Once we bond, that's it. Forever. No going back. No changing our minds." "Yes. That's true." "What if we make a mistake? What if we do this and regret it?" "We might. But staying on this path guarantees failure. You know that." "Failure meaning death." "Or exposure. Which might as well be death." I pulled my knees up to my chest. Made myself smaller. "Tell me exactly what happens. With the bond. Step by step." Ronan nodded. "The bond requires a bite. During heat. At the peak of it. I bite your neck. Here." He touched the side of his own neck. "Where the scent glands are."

Leaning against a nearby tree, huge sighs escapes my lips before commencing the so call lecture or explanation. "Well,a mate bond is somewhat a bethrotment,it occurs when both genders are destined to be together,that explains our uncontrollable and consistent desire for each other's company. We've been bethroted together by the moon Kara,and no power within this world can change that" I explain, earning an outburst laughter from her.

I still feel the heat and want to mate but now I choose who to with. And if by any chance my old mate still feels my presence I hope he also feels the pleasure I do when I join with my lovers....I hope it hurts. Originally my hate for them was like a furnace and it created an iron resolve, never will I bow or bend to their rules again. I will control my nature, the parts of me that remind me of them and live as I wish. 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.

“It’s nothing.” “It’s not nothing.” Haru looked up. The station noise faded into the background. “I’m fine,” Haru said. “You were there.” Tae Min swallowed. “You can’t always depend on me.” “Why not?” Because what if I’m not strong enough? He didn’t say it. Instead, he reached out. And without thinking too much— He took Haru’s hand. Just lightly. Not interlocked. Not tight. Just enough. Haru’s breath caught.

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.