Bonds Will Be Broken Novels & Stories

I said to ease off the weird tension, I had promised to break his neck if SHE was not delivered to me, though I meant it as a joke but I think he took it seriously. “Sit,” I said, The tension was gone and the good, Old Nick was back. “What do we do, the council members are beginning to bicker and the old excuse isn’t working anymore” Nick informed me, I was already tired of their bickering and constant visits. No one except Nick knew I had a mate and I intend to keep it that way at least until I have HER here. “Those old fools can continue bickering and please inform them to stop bringing their daughters to seduce me, it’s getting tiring,” I told him, he was already laughing before I could f

Her eyes meet mine and says, "Jessie, before I met you, I was broken. I was a pile of broken pieces, a mess left behind when I lost my late wife nearly three years ago. "This last year I've felt those broken pieces meld together only to shatter again a couple days ago. They shattered when you and our daughters left me for an old wedding tradition. I've never felt so lost during those hours than I did growing up. "I stand before you now and vow to love you till my last breath. I know I've come close a few months ago and I'm sorry. I vow to be your strength as the days unfold, your shelter, your home. I vow to cherish every moment I can grasp," she chokes with a smile, reaching up to wipe my t

What’s left is a soft pull of need and a faint sense that something is wrong underneath it all. Agatha clears her throat. “It’s time.” I don’t want to hear that. I don’t want this to move forward. But it has to. “This isn’t how it ends,” I tell him. “I hope not,” he says quietly. He turns to the woman sent to break us apart. “How does this work?” “It’s simple,” she says. “Your bonds were made with magic. They can be undone the same way.” Simple. It doesn’t feel simple.

“I need it gone.” Ben studied me with those sharp eyes. “You’re a smart woman, Kamari. Surely you understand that mate bonds aren’t something you can just remove like a splinter.” “You’re such a smart man, Ben. Is there really no way to break it? No loophole, no ritual, nothing?” He was quiet for a long moment. “Not that I know of. Mate bonds are supernatural in nature, tied to the very essence of what breeds are. Breaking it would be like trying to tear out part of your soul.”

"Don't try to save me. Don't tell your father. Just let me go." "I can't—" "Yes, you can." He struggled to sit up straighter. "Elena, listen to me. I'm going to do something. Something that will set you free. Something that will let you move on." "What are you talking about?" "The bond." His voice was strained. "I'm going to break it." My heart stopped. "No. No, you can't. That's not possible—" "It is." His good eye held mine. "Mates can sever the bond if both agree. It's rare. Painful. But possible."

With the bonds between people made manifest. And everywhere, people. Walking across the bridges. Strengthening them with each step. Building new connections. Creating new pathways. "How does it work?" I asked a woman passing by. She smiled. "The bridges are bonds. Literal bonds between people. When two people connect—when they form a relationship, a friendship, a partnership—a bridge forms between their cities. The stronger the bond, the stronger the bridge." "And if the bond breaks?" "The bridge fades. But it doesn't disappear completely. Just becomes translucent. A reminder of what was. Some people rebuild them. Some let them fade. Some use them as foundations for new bonds."

Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds. I sat down, legs crossed, and started reading again, my eyes scanning every line like my life depended on it. “Some bonds, when corrupted, can become toxic. If left unbroken, they may feed off the host’s pain and madness…” “To break a bond safely, both parties must agree and be present. If only one person wants the bond severed, the process becomes volatile…” A chill ran down my spine. That’s exactly the problem. Ariel would never agree to break the bond. Not now. Not when she had her claws so deeply buried into Dane’s heart and mind.

The bond changed. Not stronger. not stable. something else. something new. something the system hadn’t accounted for. Zayden looked at me. no hesitation. only decision. “If this works…” he didn’t finish. He didn’t need to. because I felt it What he was about to do. the bond surged Violent. And then It broke. not apart. not destroyed. It broke open. Into something neither of us recognized. and the thing inside him Smiled.

“Still thinking about it, huh?” “Yeah,” I said, tracing the dark lines with my finger. “Will it ever fade?” Kael was silent for a moment. Too silent. “No," he finally replied. I turned to him, catching the hesitation in his eyes. “Don’t lie to me.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “If the bond is broken... yes, it can fade.” I shook my head, biting my lip. “This is absurd. We create a bond just from you saving my life? That’s... insane.”

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.