Broken Bonds Book Novels & Stories

I drove my brush across the canvas, slashing a bold, jagged X. Nathan appeared before me, looking haggard and broken. His eyes were sunken, his voice rough as if scraped raw. "I knew you'd be here, Gail. You still hold some attachment, don't you?" "If you believe that, then you also know you're next," I said, barely looking at him. He lifted his head, his eyes brimming with pain. "Must you burn every bridge between us?" My brush paused, the ink bleeding into a dark, spreading stain. "You've earned your fate. You're reborn. You know the full extent of what they did to me. Yet you still defend them."

“That this is what you wanted. That you’re happy. You’re not. I can see it.” I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening around the bouquet still clutched in my lap. The roses were already wilting, petals bruised from the day’s cruelty. “I didn’t choose this,” I whispered. A humorless laugh escaped him, sharp and bitter. “Neither did I.” And in that moment, I realized the truth: We were strangers bound by broken pieces. Two scarred souls forced into a union neither of us believed in. The question wasn’t whether we could survive it.

“What have I done to Georgia?” The city beyond the window sparked with lightning, and for the first time in my life, I felt truly alone. Henry has found the plot and a devastating secret about his roots. He understands the depth of his betrayal of Georgia.

Elara's POV "I know the bond is broken," Victor said, his voice raspy. "I felt it tear." He staggered into the sanctuary, looking even more worn down than he had three months ago. "Then what are you doing here?" I asked coldly. "I'm begging you to come back," he said, his voice thick with desperation. "Not because you're my fated mate, not because of the bond. Because I need you." "Oh, you need me now?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "Where was this feeling when you were using me? When you were humiliating me?"

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.

It required him to move closer to the bond than he preferred, to risk the brightness of a reaffirmation event pushing him back. But it was effective. Every bond, no matter how anchored, carried within it the specific shape of the wounds that had formed it. Soulbonds didn't form between whole people — they formed between people at the point of shared fracture. Which meant every bond contained, at its foundation, the exact texture of the original break. For Tharien: the belief that his love destroyed. For Nori: the belief that she was easy to leave.

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?"

Until he engulfed me into the biggest, longest, best hug. It was almost like he fixed all my broken pieces.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Complete. As sleep pulled us under I reflected on the long journey. From that cell where he fucked me raw against the wall in pure rage. Through blackouts and battles and betrayal. Through death and rebirth. To this peaceful powerful life filled with festivals and future dreams. The title Broken Bond, Burning Desire had never been more true. The bond never truly broke. It burned through everything. Death. Curse. Pain. And now it illuminated a future brighter than we deserved. Ronan kissed my forehead in the dark. His arm tight around me. "Sleep my love. Tomorrow we keep building our world."