Broken Bonds Chinese Drama Novels & Stories

Strong. Something was wrong. I pressed my hand against my chest, searching for the bond. It had been severed during the ritual to save us both, cut clean to prevent the poison from using it as a bridge. But bonds didn't just disappear. They left scars, phantom sensations, echoes of what had been. This was different. I could feel something trying to form. The bond reaches out, searching for Maya, attempting to rebuild the connection between us. But something was blocking it. Something massive and ancient that pushed back every time the bond tried to reform.

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.

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.

KILLIAN I watched as Lucy and Damon laughed together, making Diesel angry at me for losing her. I knew I shouldn't have done it. I could have made her love me without the magic. FUCK how did everything get so messed up? I would prove to her that I was worth it. At least her friendship. Diesel retreated to the back of my mind, freezing me out for losing our mate. He was still pissed at me for cheating, and now she is falling for Damon. Her real mate. What I don't get is Bonnie told me once we marked each other, our bonds to our fated mates would sever. How did she know Damon was her destined mate? How did she feel that?

I walk through the front door and follow the sound of her sobs until I find her room. Her back is to me and she wears a tank top, my heart breaks as I can see finger print bruises on her shoulders. I say her name softly, "Cara?" She turns to me, tears still falling down her face. She is clutching her heart and says, "I feel like my heart has been ripped from my chest. Do you know what's going on?" I nod slowly and she begs, "What is it? How can we make it stop?" I blink, surprised that she hasn't been able to figure it out and I say, "We can't make it stop... it's your mate bond breaking." She blinks, looking completely lost and confused and I elaborate, "Your mate bond is broken because...

"Even if I came, I still wouldn't feel satisfied. Not when we have ignored the mate bond for this long. My cock in your cunt is the only thing that could quench my thirst." I think about his words and widen my eyes when I realize his words are right for me, too: even though I came, my body is ready to go again. The mate bond is thrumming between us. "I'm still aroused," I whisper. "Still incredibly horny." "I know," Thail says. "And I can do nothing for you more than wait for your decision to mate with me or reject me. But I must warn you that a broken bond can never be repaired; sometimes, the soul breaks like a string when you refuse someone. Some mates reject each other and later discover

Shocked, I close my eyes and search for what broke inside me, looking through all the bonds I have only to find one missing – the mate bond. “It broke! It finally broke!” Narin cheers, laughing happily. My eyes open at this realization just in time to watch Narin relax into his seat, his eyes closed. “I can finally find my Hanna and you and your true mate can be together.” Narin mumbles, his body relaxing until silence settles between all of us. Confused, I look to Cassandra who silently rises from her seat to check on Narin, a look of relief on her face after checking his pulse.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."