Broken Bonds Novels & Stories

"What's wrong?" "She... she's severing the bond," I gasped, the words torn from me. I curled into a ball on the floor, consumed by agony. SNAP. With one final, sickening crack, it was over. The emptiness swallowed my world whole. I felt like a walking corpse. "No... impossible..." I stared at my hands, trembling. "How could she... she loves me so much... how could she really sever the bond..." A colossal fear suddenly gripped my heart.

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.”

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.

Wrong. "His bond," I gasp. "It's poisoned too. From the inside. His betrayal corrupted it." "What does that mean?" "It means the bond is breaking. Not from my side. From his. He's rejecting it. Destroying it." "Will it kill you?" "I don't know. Maybe. The bonds are interconnected. If one breaks violently, it could damage the others." "Then we need to sever it. Cut him out before he destroys everything." "I don't have the strength. The poison is too strong."

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.

“It would have been easier when I was pregnant. People kept giving me these pitying looks every time I told them I was unbonded. I hated it. But after….” She didn’t continue; she just cocked her head and glanced up at Alex through her lashes. Alex could fill in the gaps. If they'd not been mated when Ashly came to find him every time in his old house, when he made Sam call her and told her to stay away from Alex and assumed the worst, it would have broken her. Broken Bond Syndrome wasn’t always fatal, but maybe it would be better if it were. It was dangerous and could become a debilitating chronic condition if it wasn’t treated properly. They taught how to recognize it in middle school healt

“Talk to me. What did he do?” I shook my head, pulling Lila closer as another violent tremor ran through her body. “He didn’t just attack her,” I said, my voice low. “He attacked the bond. The structure of it. The thing holding her together.” Davian’s voice cut in, sharp and precise. “Then we rebuild it.” “It’s not that simple!” I snapped. Because I could feel it. Even without the bond fully intact, I could feel the absence. The missing pieces. The connection that had once anchored her now… fractured.

It would test the bond that defied fate itself. And bonds could break.

But after the accident, my nights had been filled with unbearable suffering. The only thing that had kept me going through those years of pain had been my love for Queenie. When I realized she no longer loved me, I had nothing left to hold onto in this world. As a crippled man, my existence would only burden my parents and son. "Mom, you're lying." Leroy pushed Queenie away. "You held a knife to my neck and said that only Mr. Francis mattered to you. That Dad and I didn't matter at all. "It's your fault I don't have a dad anymore. I hate you. You're nothing like my friends' moms. Their moms only love their dads, but you love Mr. Francis."

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.