Broken Bonds Novels & Stories

About to shift and tear each other apart. "Stop it!" I pushed between them. "Both of you just stop!" They separated. Breathing hard. Eyes flashing gold. The bond pulsed painfully weakly. About to snap completely. "We can't fix the wound," I said. Voice breaking. "Don't you see? We tried yesterday and failed. We can't even touch the bond without it backlashing. We're too broken." "So what do we do?" Kael demanded. "Just give up? Let corruption win?"

"Say that Ryan is seriously injured, does the broken bond affect him?" She nodded again. "That's right, the more it weakens, it will eventually die. It's different when the relationship is still intact, he can heal himself. However, with the links broken, they are as good as death. Although, the only plus side of being rejected and not accepting it, is that they can heal when their partner is around. It helps them by hand, the wound healing, but it takes time." "He's dying because he won't accept my rejection." I summarize. The room was quiet for a moment. "Can it be fixed? Is the relationship broken?"

The moment their skin touched, pain shot through her chest. The mate bond. It was trying to reconnect. But something was wrong. Every pulse of their connection felt like a knife in her heart. Laura gasped. Doubled over. "What's wrong?" Orion asked. "The bond," Laura managed. "It's... broken. But trying to heal." "Is that dangerous?" Laura gripped Nikolai's hand tighter. Despite the pain. "I don't know," she whispered. "But I'm not letting go." Another wave of agony crashed through her. This time she couldn't stop the scream.

"No." "Why?" "Because you're a stranger." "I'm the guy you kissed." "I kissed your helmet. That's not the same as kissing you." "It's closer than most people get on day three of a breakup." "We're not broken up. We were never together. There's no breakup."

I sensed small fractures appearing in the fabric of supernatural society, soul bonds that had endured centuries suddenly growing weaker. Heart-strings that once resonated with perfect harmony began to unravel in realms I had known as bastions of unity and strength. The damage spreads like a contagion that attacks the very capacity for emotional connection.

"What do you mean she doesn't know? How can she not know? The mate pull... the bond... she should feel it." I shook my head. "She's... she was rejected. By her ex-mate." He winced, a look of pure empathy on his face. "I'm sorry, man. I... I didn't know." "She's broken," I said, my voice barely audible. "The bond... it's broken. It's a miracle that I can even feel her. The elders say that a rejected or broken bond takes time to heal before forming a new one. That's probably why she hasn't felt anything yet."

The word entered her like a key turning inside a lock. “Buried,” she repeated. “A broken bond bleeds differently. It weakens steadily. It leaves emptiness, fever, and sometimes madness if the severing is violent. This is not that. Your bond is still alive, but it is forced beneath layers of interference. When Maddox comes close, the bond reaches him. When he rejects you, denies you, or moves too far away, it twists against whatever is holding it down.” Rhea swallowed. “That is why it hurts.”

A single parchment drifted to the floor. DISSOLUTION OF BOND Gavin Clarke vs. Rebecca Clarke Finalized. The floor tilted. His knees weakened. It hit in a rush—Rebecca in his study, her hands trembling as she slid papers toward him. Vivian’s laugh, soft and poisonous. His careless scrawl of signature without reading. A silver bullet couldn’t have hit harder. He hadn’t just lost her—he’d severed the bond with his own hand. Vivian’s mouth moved, but her voice was gone beneath the roar in his ears. His wolf bared its teeth inside him, its snarl rising to a howl only he could hear. Mate gone. Territory breached.

"Why are you helping me?" He took out an eagle-shaped badge from his pocket. "I recognize your extraordinary talent, Miss Maddox. But in return, you must bring value to my endeavors." His gaze held an enigmatic depth. I smiled, accepting the badge. "Guess I have no path but forward. It's a deal." I swore to make Dustin, Nathan, and Valerie pay for the agony they had inflicted upon me. ... Maurice arranged for the finest facial reconstruction surgeon to attend to me. "Your burns have not irreparably altered your facial structure. Are you certain you wish to remove these bones?"

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.