Bonded By Thorns Novels & Stories

he thunders I could only stare back fearfully, he gives me a warning look. "Guard" I whispered. The Alpha chest vibrates rising and falling with unknown rage. An animalistic growl sounds from his lips. Servant are gathered around speaking in hush whisper. He hands me over to someone, I whine catching his eyes, he breaths softly and touch my hand gently before stalking off. The pain returns and I'm left wishing for his body contact.

And ever since the dark fae attack, he hasn’t let her out of his site. “I think I found something.” Cayd says, standing and bringing his book over to me. The others get up and come around to look. The Guardian bond is fragile, it can be easily severed with Angel’s Trumpet. “Angel’s Trumpet? Isn’t that poisonous?” I ask, not willing to risk Leander to sever my Guardian bond. “And since when is the Guardian bond fragile?” Lily asks.

He laughed softly. “Why couldn’t the Goddess have chosen someone like her instead?” Cruel laughter and whispers bubbled through the hall. My hands trembled, but I forced them still. The pain of the mate bond rejection began to burn in my chest, raw and unbearable. “What’s your name?” Rafael sneered. My lips quivered as I answered, dreading what I already knew. “Anya Thornveil.” His voice carried like a curse across the hall. “I, Rafael Blackmoor, reject you, Anya Thornveil, as my mate.”

It was like nothing I had ever seen before, just like the house. “This is beautiful,” I gasped. “It’s not often the Thorns open up their gardens but tonight they did.” “I am glad they did, but I am also glad you showed them to me.” “You haven’t seen anything yet.” he smirked, “care to join me on a walk through them?” Nerves filled my entire body. He must have been able to tell I was unsure, “how about you walk with me for a little while around these beautiful gardens, and if after our walk you still want to leave, I will personally ensure you get home safe.”

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.

“You run. Then shoot. Then run again.” Nightfall came heavy and fast. Inside the barn, Kael lit the central brazier, tossing in dried herbs that smelled like pine and smoke. He unrolled a map across the floor Hollow Creek, the town, the forest, the valley. “The Thorns have outposts here,” he said, pointing. “They’re not a pack. They’re a hive. Led by Saris Thorne.” Lyra added, “She was once a Pact matriarch. Broke her oath. Took followers. Said the Pact made us weak.”

I had awakened my wolf. I looked towards Valentin. His white-gold eyes were wide in wonder. “Zora,” he breathed. “Sever the bond.” I knitted my eyebrows together but then, I felt it. It was a shimmering gold thread that felt like it tied me to Thorne. He had backed away from the whole situation and was standing across the floor. I furrowed my brows and visualized a pair scissors they bracketed the gold thread and then – Snip!

And then something shifted in me, not the silver light surging, not Nyssa alarming, but a quiet, particular quality of resolution, the kind that arrives when the thing you have been afraid of finally names itself and you understand that you have been building toward this moment for longer than you knew. "Good," I said. All three of them looked at me. Thorian's eyes narrowed slightly, not doubt, attention. "If he thinks the bonds are a vulnerability," I said, "he doesn't understand what the bonds are. They are not a pressure point. They are an amplifier. Every threat he directs at me, he directs at all four of us, which means every threat at me is answered by everything all four of us can bri

“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.”

Closing my eyes, I took her hands in mine. I knew I shouldn't be doing this, but I had no other choice. I had lost so much already and I wasn't losing Nina this time. I felt the magic come alive in my bones like fire—natural, forbidden, desperate. I hadn't summoned a spell in so long, especially since— I could feel light spread beneath my skin and through hers. “Goddess of the moon, let her wounds be undone, bring back the broken, make her whole as one.” As I said the spell, I stepped back, watching as her wounds began to close one by one, a golden thread stitching her scars as if they had never been there in the first place.