Bonded By Thorns Novels & Stories

She wiggles her eyebrows. “I hate you,” I say to her, and she wags her head in disagreement. “No, you adore me,” She smirks, and I continue to laugh. ***Zayn Meyer POV*** “The Lycan apologized and the threat of war is gone; so what are you on edge about?” Bunny asks me as we walk through a garden. This garden is not like any other, it is special. It has flowers that blossom without any color. When you look at them, you get a feeling like you are looking at a black and white film.

Moonbound Deception Chapter 2: Awakened Bonds The forest seemed to hold its breath as I stood there, half-naked and trembling against the ancient tree, my body still humming from the aftershocks of release. Thorne rose from his knees, his silver eyes dark with hunger and a fierce protectiveness that made my chest tighten. His lips glistened with my arousal, and the sight sent another helpless clench through my core. Ronan and Finn flanked me, their hands steadying my shaky legs, their own desires evident in the hard lengths pressing against my skin.

“ If you’re here to help, then get to talking, or get the hell out of here.” Ronan smirked, but there was no warmth in it. “You need me.” Matt sighed, foreshadowing the rivalry that bound to start between a childhood crush and a mate. Silver opened the door and stepped into the room. The moment Arthur turned and saw her, his chest tightened and heart was beating wildly in his chest. The mate bond pulled at him so hard, that he could not resist. His eyes locked with hers and something unspoken passed between them. His wolf was literally clawing to release itself, but he forced it down. “Silver.” His whispered barely audible. His body took a half step to her before he stopped himself, his mus

“He believes their souls can’t rest while the curse remains active.” “That’s not my problem.” “Isn’t it?” Thane stood, his sad eyes holding mine. “You’re bonded to him now, Miss Thorne. His pain is your pain, whether you acknowledge it or not. And somewhere in this castle, three hundred and seventeen innocent souls are waiting for justice.” He left me alone with that thought, and I spent the night wrestling with emotions I didn’t want to feel. Anger warred with unwanted sympathy. The bond pulsed with Kael’s grief, his desperate hope, his bone-deep exhaustion.

“I promise. No one gets to hurt you like that. Not again.” A beta entered the room. She was a woman with short dark hair and kind eyes. She carried a chart in her hand and frowned at the pages. “Your wolf bond to Thorn… it’s artificial,” she said. “Someone tied your soul to his using a stolen strand of hair. The spell weakened when you met my Jacob. That’s why Ulfa thought Thorn was your mate. It wasn’t real fate. It was magic. A forced bond and very Illegal in every pack.”

What started as mere contact had transformed into a firm, unyielding bond, held fast against any attempt to break. “This is impossible.” Blackthorn stood, his expression a mix of fascination and horror. “A true pair bond that defies death—the legends were true.” “Stop it,” Sophia’s voice cracked. “Someone, please stop this—they’re killing each other.” It made sense now. A deep pull in his chest confirmed it. This bond between them was slowly consuming each of them—not breaking under pressure, never yielding an inch, but relentlessly burning through bone and breath alike. Everything went black. Light suddenly returned, only to be swallowed by darkness once more. His heart skipped a beat, then

The Bonding Pool The Trial Masters led them to the Tethering Pool, a shallow basin carved from lunar stone, filled with moonwater and laced with rune-dust that shimmered like liquid stars. They stepped into it together. Barefoot. Bare-chested. Vulnerable. Ava’s mark pulsed against her skin. Rowan’s scars, the ones he never spoke of, glowed faintly blue. Elder Thorne raised the Binding Rod. “Begin.” He struck the pool with the rod. The water lit from beneath. And their souls collided. 3. Inside the Tether Their eyes locked—and suddenly they were inside one another. A swirl of overlapping thoughts, memories, pain.

I screamed as my chest seared. My vision blurred. Flames raced up my arms, my neck, and my spine. The bond flipped like a blade in reverse, cutting from his soul back into mine. I fell to the ground. Hands spasming. My magic, trying to pull itself apart. And then— Thorne tackled me to the floor, muttering something in the Old Tongue. His voice cut through the fire. The bond pulsed once more— Then dimmed. Not broken. Not healed. Just… scarred.

My wolf froze, then howled inside me. Mate. The word slammed into me so hard I stumbled. Kael’s eyes darkened, and I saw the flicker of recognition in them. He felt it too. The mate bond. “No,” I whispered. “No, this can’t be.” Kael’s lips curved into something cruel. “Of all the wolves in the world, the Goddess ties me to a Thorn.” My stomach dropped. My father would burn the world if he knew. Thornridge and Blackthorn had been enemies for generations. Our blood feud had taken too many lives already. To be tied to him, the man who carried that feud in his name, was unthinkable.