Bond Touch Novels & Stories

"If I tell you everything, you promise not to hate me or leave?" "No, but you are still going to tell me." "I fucked up. I didn't know she would be connected to you or your mate." I had to close my eyes and focus on not shifting while he continued. I knew what was coming. "I contacted Bonnie Gilbert about finding me a mate. I wanted a powerful mate. I was even willing to mate a witch. I was feeling desperate it was the 10th anniversary of our parent's death. I was lonely and angry and a bit high. She said she had the perfect mate for me, a wolf with special abilities but she grew up human and didn't have control of her wolf. She encouraged me to just meet her casually that she would cast a s

I followed her to Amaya’s room. “I’ll come check on her later.” Lazarus stated as he turned and headed down the hallway. “I will be by later as well, let me know if she wakes up.” I told Abigail as I looked at Amaya sleeping on the bed. “Won’t the bond you got her to make tell you that?” She accused, eyeing me suspiciously. "Yes and no, I can sense when she is in danger and needs protecting and now that the bond is created, she can summon me at will if she needs, speaking of which." I walked over to Amaya and removed the summoning stone from her shoulder.

that's just not my role' 'Maybe you can't but we can...that's the reason why I am here and you have already accepted him as your mate' she said 'If I remember clearly I didn't accept him you did, so you are here to kick anyones butt that tries to walk over me?' 'Yap' 'Oh so you are like my protector' 'Yeah, there are other things you need to know about the link' 'Other things like what' 'We are connected emotionally, so you can feel what I feel and I can feel what you feel... but we aren't connected physically so if you get hurt you'll feel the pain alone'

that's when I'd see the love " he said and tears rolled outta my eyes . He kissed my lower lip and I just cried into his lips . Why Does it still hurt so much ? Why can't I get over my fears and accept him for who he is ? TBC

Right into place, exactly like it did before, only now it feels so tangible that I swear I could reach out and touch it. The bond. A sob tears from my throat, tears slipping from my eyes as I’m overwhelmed by a torrent of emotions. They’re suddenly amplified tenfold, crashing like waves in an ocean storm, so strong that it feels like they’re about to pull me under. “Baby,” Callum whispers, cupping my face and thumbing my tears from my cheeks. “The bond,” I croak, my voice thick with emotion. “It’s…” “It came back,” he rasps incredulously.

“Ancient. Dangerous. It can sever the mate bond, but only at a cost.” “What kind of cost?” I asked, voice barely above a whisper. “Pain. Memory. Possibly even life. Severing the mate bond is not like cutting a string it is like tearing two souls apart. You may never feel love the same way again. You may never bond with anyone else. The Goddess does not grant second chances lightly.” I closed my eyes, Ryan’s face flashing behind my lids. His smile, his anger, his touch. And the moment I saw his father’s face and realized… everything.

The bond wasn’t just real,it was only beginning. And whatever was coming next... would change everything.

The semester found its rhythm quickly. Our class became popular, with students often staying after to ask questions or share their own experiences. We talked about rejection, acceptance, the difference between a bond and actual love. We held nothing back. "My parents are mates," a boy said during week three. "But they hate each other. They stay together because of the bond, but there's no love there. Is that normal?" "More common than people want to admit," I said. "A bond creates a connection, but it doesn't automatically create compatibility or affection. That takes work."

My mark still glowed, pulsing with leftover magic. The thing didn’t move. It just watched. Then, just as fast—it was gone. No scent. No sound. Thorne exhaled slowly. “We’re not alone anymore.” I swallowed hard. “We never were.” He reached for me again, but this time, not with hunger. With caution. “Did you feel it?” he asked. “The bond is almost sealed.” I nodded. “But it didn’t,” I said. His jaw flexed. “Not all the way.”

On the other hand, I just don't see how his offer was connected to my problem or how it would fix it.. "Going feral is about your spirit or soul being unhinged. Unbalanced. It's about there being a tear or split. To fix this, I'll mark you. This will anchor your soul to mine and make you rooted to yourself and your wolf, " he rumbled.. It does make sense. Those who go feral do so because their spirit has been split. When you bond to someone and they break you, the heartbreak and pain can become too much that your spirit tips into two. Dividing you and your wolf.