Bonds Will Be Broken Novels & Stories

The lady nodded her head agreeing to his statement. The crowd gathered began to move away and the women left not before eyeing me. I could feel his presence by my side, looking at the floor the scattered glass broken to pieces. Not knowing what else to do, I bended down ready to clean the mess I created. I reached out for one piece careful for it not to pierce me.

Then I heard another footstep approaching. It warned them to stop speaking Ill about someone's misfortune and loses, and threatened them with the rule or karma, that what they do to others will always come back to them. I felt how tense the atmosphere was as the place became quiet. Then the girls stepped out. "You can come out now." Said the voice.

I am worried if the little that is there now snaps, that they might be gone forever. “How will I complete the bond if I do not have you? Don’t we both have to bite each other?” Yes, and I’m not sure.I think even if we marked him later that it would work. I think we need to try for his sake as well as Conri’s. Gabriel is putting on a good act, but inside they are still broken. They both still feel that the bond is broken. “Alright, jump my mate for the good of everyone. Got it. Anything else that you want me to do,” Emily joked.

ARI “let's bond. But I will have one wish that I will ask of you in the future. Se it like a business deal. You get what you want, and I will collect my wish whenever. You must do it, though.” He looks at me, probably trying to see if I am tricking him or if I am telling the truth. Whatever he sees makes him nod once. “deal.” “if you break it-“ “it’s a promise formed under the completion of the bond, sort of like a blood covenant. I can't break it. Have a little faith in me.”

“I can’t believe he pulled that card!” Caleb put a calming hand on her shoulder, but his face was serious. “He’s not wrong, technically. The bond isn’t fully dissolved until both parties formally sever it in front of witnesses. It’s an old, dusty law, but it’s still on the books. The Council of Elders loves tradition, Madison. Even ugly tradition. They’ll see a broken bond that was never formally accepted. They’ll see an Alpha whose claimed mate was taken by another Alpha, a king no less. It’s messy.” “But the reasons—” Madison argued.

Orlando and I had been together for ten years. I'd looked after his sick mom, sweating out a fever of my own, and where was he? Knocking back drinks with Rosalind, playing therapist to her broken heart. I swallowed my pride at work, getting chewed out by my boss, while he spent the night companying Rosalind because she had cramps. Then, when I got the news my mom had passed, I tried calling him, desperate for support. But nope—phone off. After a wild goose chase, turns out he was at Rosalind's graduation. That was it. I gave up. But Orlando wouldn't let go. Red-eyed, he begged me for just one more chance.

I reach, instinctively, for the bond—not to hold it to me but to shove it away, to keep them from tearing it in some half‑broken way that leaves me a hollow, screaming thing. Don’t, I try to snarl down it. Don’t you dare let them decide this for us— The magic heaves. The bond screams. And then the bond breaks— or I do.

"What's the point of him having this power if he forgets why he's using it?" Marcus laughed bitterly. "You would contaminate yourselves with entropy? Invite dissolution into your perfect bond?" "We'd invite transformation," I corrected. "Like we did with death, with void, with division. We don't fight forces—we integrate them." But breaking the trinary bond... I felt it pulse between us, the connection that had sustained us through everything. To break it, even temporarily, meant risking that it might not reform. Or worse, that it might reform wrong, with entropy dominant.

“You must complete the bond again. Multiple times until the connection is strong enough to hold without constant attention.” I pushed my plate away because suddenly the pancakes looked disgusting. “How many times?” “Until it takes. Each bonded trio is different.” He looked directly at me. “But the longer you wait the weaker the bond becomes. And if it breaks entirely you will have to start over from the beginning.” “Absolutely not,” I said. “We did what you asked. The bond is formed. I’m not doing this again just because the connection needs fine tuning.” “Then the kingdom continues to die and eventually the bond will sever completely.” The prophet stood. “But that is your choice to make.”

“Probably try to seal a bond at some point as chosen mates?” I nod, offering her a reassuring smile. “Is the fated bond really gone, then?” Mrs. Diaz questions, sadness filling her eyes. “There’s no way to get it back?” “I felt it break,” Nessa says quietly, and the pain lacing her voice fucking guts me. “Though I swear sometimes I still feel it, just for a second. Like an echo.” “Me too.” I give her hand a little squeeze, my chest burning with regret. If I’d known then what I do now, I never would’ve left. There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t.