Brother And Sister Bond Novels & Stories

Bearable still wasn't right. I knew what a real bond looked like. My sister Calla found hers at twenty-two, some wolf from the Eastern Crescent pack. Nobody on Dad's council approved, and he spent eight solid months trying to tear it apart. But Calla dug in with that quiet fury she saves for the things she refuses to bend on. She made it crystal clear that the bond was done, and the only question left was whether our family stood with her or against her. Dad eventually stood with her. Of course, he spun it as his own brilliant idea. Calla didn't bother correcting him.

"Honestly man, I don't know how it happened without us marking one another, but dude, she accepted me last night and the craziest thing happened. I literally felt the bond piecing itself back together, then when I did the same for her she felt it too. We somehow fixed our bond with one another and it feels stronger than it ever did before." "So why didn't you guys mark one another then? Make it official, she is a damn Luna man, holy shit my sister is my Luna! That's insane, I'm so happy for you guys, or wait... You not marking, did something happen? You said she accepted you right."

the third sister told us quietly. “Then we cannot kill her,” I said, not wanting my connection to Carson to be lost. “You must do so. And regardless, if she lives or dies, your bond will die,” the third sister advised. “How is that possible? The only way we can stay together is a chosen bond, but we cannot do that?” I questioned.

"Can't you see the bigger picture? If we're not careful, this bond with Raven might not just affect our relationship with her, but shatter what we have between us!" The two stood, toe-to-toe, chest-to-chest, each breath heavier than the last, teetering on the brink of a physical altercation. It was a volatile mix of their shared past, the pressures of the present, and the uncertain future that loomed large. Every unspoken hurt, every buried grudge, every shared joy, and pain—they all played a part in this intense standoff. The bond of brotherhood was being tested like never before.

his brother growled. Davidson's jaw clenched. "Sandra is my mate. I won't abandon her." Sandra's hand instinctively found Davidson's. "We're not asking for approval, but understanding." Davidson's brother scowled, but Ruth's words echoed: "Unity is our greatest strength." He nodded, reluctantly accepting their bond. As tensions eased, Sandra smiled, her heart full. "We're in this together, always." Davidson's eyes crinkled. "Forever, my love."

Alberto hugged his sister tight and kept asking anxiously, " Elinda! Where did you get hurt? Have you healed yet? Do you need any more treatment?" Elinda let go of the hug and asked with a pout, " How.. how do you know? I didn't tell you anything." Alberto rolled his eyes, checking on his sister again and again, " Duh, we are twins. Won't I know your emotions? We are born in a bond ." Elinda looked shocked as well. I didn't know that twins had such a connection between them. Alberto spoke looking up at me with disappointment,

The Bonding Love (Ver. English) Writer by Mamaya Writer This novel is written solely from the imagination of the writer. The plot, location, culture, beliefs, religion, and characters do not exist. Dear readers, please use discretion when reading. It's all just a hypothesis to write it all over again. Prologue In the year 199X,

And everything about her was amusing me inside and out. *This woman is my mate! I could feel it... the mate bond... it is too strong, I know it was not a mistake, it's her. My brother's girlfriend is my mate? Is that even possible? She is not even a she-wolf, I could scent no wolf blood in her, she was just an ordinary woman, a human!* I thought.

The Lycan and werewolf mating bond is like a drug, the most addictive drug possible, all-consuming that no amount of rehabilitation can truly free you from it. Like any enslaving drug, it takes away what you truly feel and think and replaces those with illusions, compulsions and an endless unwarranted longing for another. You are a slave to it and it lures you in with passion and lust. You Suddenly love, and lust, are totally connected with someone that before the bond existed was nothing to you, possibly even an enemy, or not the gender you prefer. It takes away choice, independence and most importantly individuality. It also rides in tandem, is complicit with the rank system of Lycans an

He stumbled back, shock and rage flooding his features. “You think this is a game?” I snarled, advancing as he wiped blood from his lip. “You think you can just decide to feel a bond? She is MINE! The bond is MINE!” “Is it?” Finn spat, launching himself at me. We crashed into a rack of spears, sending them clattering to the floor. “You treat her like a prisoner! You push her away, you hurt her, you flaunt another woman! The bond is rejecting you, brother! It’s looking for a better host!”