Broken Bond Novel Novels & Stories

He said I chose him. Loki collapsed onto the floor, confusion filling his eyes. "No… This isn't how it's supposed to be… Melissa, you said you loved me…" I spared him only a single glance and replied coolly, "Yes, I did love you once. But that love was worn down completely the moment you broke our bond in public, allowed Alice to humiliate me, and shattered the crystal my grandmother left me." I gave Loki one last look. The man I had loved for decades, and suffered over for decades, now looked like a broken doll.

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

“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.

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

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.

My body shook with sobs I would not let become sound. The mark on my neck burned. Through the bond I felt him. Still standing in his study. Surrounded by scattered pages. His forehead pressed against the closed door. He was breaking. So was I. But I had been broken before. And I knew something he did not. Broken things can be rebuilt. But never in the same shape. And never for the person who broke them. I pushed off the wall and kept walking. Behind me through stone and distance and a bond that neither of us could sever I heard him whisper three words.

He turns to look at me over his shoulder, and I give him a single nod. “Brett, this might be painful, but I need you to tell me and be descriptive, tell me what it felt like when the bonds snapped. Was like a sharp break, a slow tear or gradual fade?” Something about my question makes him lift his head again to look at me, he knows that I believe him. “It was…a slow tear. Like my heart was being torn apart every day they were missing. I could feel I was losing them; I kept expecting to see my chest bleeding but there was never any blood.

Blood dripped from a gash on his temple. Chains—silver chains—bound his wrists, his skin burned red where the metal lay. Rage surged through me. “Let him go.” Ronan sighed, shaking his head. "You don’t understand, little wolf. I’m saving you." --- The Breaking of the Mate Bond Another pulse of magic ripped through me. The bond shattered further, the pieces splintering like glass inside my chest. I gasped, clutching at my heart. Derek groaned, his body twitching as if he felt it too.

(Damon’s POV) The bond broke like a neck. One second it was there, wounded, bleeding, but there. A tether between my chest and hers. A pulse I’d learned to live with, even when it hurt. Even when it screamed. The next second, Nothing. I felt it happen. Felt the exact moment her words became reality. The bond didn’t fade or fray or loosen its grip. It snapped. Like a rope pulled too tight. Like a branch bent too far.

And then the supernatural bond rupture happened. The memories of that night still haunted me in unguarded moments. The party in full swing, music pounding, drinks flowing, laughter echoing off the high ceilings. And then the pain had hit, sudden, excruciating, like someone had reached into my chest and started tearing my soul apart piece by piece. The bond snapping, fragmenting, sending shockwaves through every fiber of my being.