Broken Bonds Epub Novels & Stories

“Nova. Look at me.” I force my eyes to his. “If they kill her,” I say, “I will burn everything.” He does not tell me to stop. He only nods once. “I know.” A crack splits through the air. Not sound. Not light. A break. I feel it in my bones. In my blood. In the broken bond that hums between me and Kieran and the child. The gods shout. Not in command. In fear. Seal it! Hold the fracture! Too late.

The word echoed in her chest, sharp and impossible. “That—” she began, but the word tangled in her throat. “That’s not possible. When did this happen?” "I got the news yesterday." Cain answered, "Isn't that why you're leaving?" "Cain, are you certain?" Rayne asked instead. Cain nodded his head slowly. “Bonds break, Rayne. Sometimes by force, sometimes by choice. And sometimes… because they were never meant to last.” His scarred hand flexed at his side. “Whatever fate tied them together, it’s been cut.”

At the time, he seemed to feel nothing special toward me. That was how my one-sided crush began. Fortunately, he would often help his mother deliver supplies to me. We ended up keeping in touch that way. My diary from those years contained nothing but daily training notes and everything about him. Later, his childhood friend and one true love, Lisa, returned. They broke up and reunited over and over. Their romance became a long-lasting gossip within the Blood Moon Pack. My brief one-sided love story ended without ever truly beginning. I wished him happiness and gradually let go.

My ribs split with phantom pain, like something inside me was torn loose. Because I felt her leave this world. Felt the bond snap. And then... she rose. Out of the dark, cursed waters. Eyes different. Body changed. But the bond... still gone. I’ve tugged at it, over and over again, searching for the other end like a lost thread in a frayed tapestry. Maybe it was cut. Maybe something deeper broke. But I’ll keep pulling. I’ll keep trying—for the rest of my life—if that’s what it takes to fix it.

Healing was not linear. But tonight, something fundamental had shifted. Her walls had not shattered. They had opened. And as she turned off the lights and prepared for sleep, a quiet certainty settled inside her: This was not a reckless leap. It was a careful unfolding. And for the first time since everything had broken, she was no longer bracing for impact. She was leaning into possibility.

I nodded, too exhausted to speak. Kade was beside me in an instant, checking me for injuries. "I'm okay," I managed. "You went into the circle. Alone. You could have died." "But I didn't." "This time." His voice was rough. "What about next time? What about the ritual to break all the bonds? You'll die then. Permanently." The reality crashed over me. I'd just broken thirty false bonds. By disrupting the ritual. Not through sacrifice. "Wait," I breathed. "Wait, if I could break these bonds by disrupting their magic—"

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.

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.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

~~~~~~~~~~~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.