Bonds Of Brass Novels & Stories

Just a symbol burned into the cover—two intersecting blades. Kael’s pulse quickened. Slowly, he pulled it free. And opened it. The pages were filled with faded script, but one phrase stood out immediately: “Twin Bonds of Power.” Kael’s breath stilled. As he read, the words seemed to sink into him, heavy with meaning. A rare phenomenon… two individuals whose energies intertwine… not as rivals, but as mirrors… His grip tightened on the book. When awakened, the bond can amplify strength beyond limits… or destroy both completely.

But the bond chains her more effectively than any physical restraint ever could. And Kieran's resolve about the mate bond steels. It's not a blessing but a curse.

and every feeling I once had vanished, my entire perspective was on the other end of this invisible red string that was tying my soulmate and I together. Reaching the sink in the bathroom I clasped my toothbrush and snapped the tab of the toothpaste tube off before placing some paste onto the bristles of my brush. Slowly turning on the facet I dunked the brush beneath the gentle stream of water and began to scrub the plaque and leftover food from my teeth. When I finished I spat the foam from my mouth and rinsed it off of the side of the sink before brushing my tongue and spitting again. Finishing brushing my teeth I sighed and gave a pearly white grin to my reflection. Then I went to my ro

Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words. “This here…it says that while a blood bond can’t be broken, it can be weakened or even blocked,” Sabrina read out. “The strength of the blood bond varies according to the connection between two people.” She paused for a bit and then added, “Hoc significat vinculum firmius potest adiuvare ad alium vinculum infirmandum vel intercludendum.” “I have no idea what you said,” Asher said. “It means that a stronger bond can help to weaken or block another bond,” she muttered.

"I've missed this feeling" She closes her eyes and seems to be savoring the moment of feeling life inside her. The small kicks of life letting her know they are there and hopefully thriving. She whispers so only I can hear the lives inside. "I'm going to enjoy watching you grow up, little ones". She turns back to me before asking a question. "Do you understand how bonds work, my Conrad?" I'm flustered for a moment, feeling like I am being quizzed by a teacher. "Errmm.... yes. All werewolves' bonds are formed through soul links. The greater the tether to the soul, the greater the link".