First Bond Novels & Stories

The understanding that the bond was prior to the power itself, that it was one of the primal ties the First Power was made - or had developed - to know and maintain. Marcus listened without interrupting. At the time I finished he was silent a long time. Then he said, "The archive describes the First Power as connective. It reaches toward pack bonds, toward the biological pull between wolves, toward anything that makes wolves recognize each other as the same thing." He paused. "The mate bond is the strongest version of that. The clearest, most undeniable recognition that exists between two wolves." "So it turned toward it," I said. "Yes," Marcus said. "Because that is what it does. It finds t

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,

She explained. It hurt that she still had a defense up against me but how could I blame her I watched as they tried to execute her because of the stupid blood bond I made with my mother and now she had control over me all she had to do was demand me to do something and I would have no choice but to do it, or I would be rendered to ash for breaking the blood bond. “I understand, I need to earn your trust. I vow I will no matter how long it takes. Little dove. If my mother is planning something, I will stop her, no matter what the cost.”

No one even breathed too loudly. The first bid had come like thunder, shaking the air, and for that single moment it felt as though the bidding was finished. It felt as though no one in their right mind would dare to raise the stakes higher. But then… “Fifty million.” The words slipped into the silence like a blade sliding between ribs. The voice was nothing like the thunder before. It was calm, sharp, and terrifying in its own way. It did not roar. It cut. It carried a chill, the kind of tone that scraped cold and slow against stone, leaving sparks in its wake.

"Melissa, I promise to cherish you always. I promise to give you freedom and a place to lean on. I promise that no matter what the future brings, I'll stand by your side." I let him slide the ring onto my finger. The moonstone glowed softly under the moonlight. Tears of happiness blurred my vision as I nodded and wrapped my arms around him. He stood and kissed me. It was light and gentle, yet it set my whole body on fire. The mate bond hummed with shared joy in our minds. In that moment, we were truly bonded. At last, I had found the happiness that belonged to me.

“You weren’t just a boy who bit a stranger, Ronan. You started something.” His eyes meet mine. “There are three stages to the bond. You know that, don’t you?” “Remind me.” “The First Bite—instinctual, primal. Happens in fear or fury. That was us, under the roots. The Trial Bond—public, political. What I claimed during the council. But the True Bond… that one’s chosen. Mutually. Permanent.” “And we never got there.” He nods, slowly. “Because I left. Because I buried it. I thought if I left it dormant, it would die.”

"If you, the oldest and knowledgeable person in the pack, don't know, who will?" They narrowed their eyes at me. "Do you really don't know? Aside from the basics?" They sighed and leaned against their chair, "Maybe?" "I'm lost. I really need to do something before the bond takes full control, and I have no idea who I am anymore. Please, help me out here. " They rolled their eyes and leaned forward, "Fine. Let's start from the beginning." I raised an eyebrow, "The beginning?" "The origin of the bond." They clarified, "The Wildthread bond is nature forbidden."

"Yeah. I was just wondering if there is anything else about the bond that you didn't say at dinner." He looked at me steadily. "What makes you think there's more?" "Because there is always more with you. You give people what they need in the moment and hold the rest until the moment is right. I have known you long enough to know the difference." He chuckled heartily and removed his glasses. "Ezra, you make me laugh. Okay, the bond isn't static, alright? Unlike a standard bond that stabilises over time, the Five-Fold Bond develops. It has stages and builds toward something." He paused. "We've gone through the early stages and as for that something it is building towards, it's not specific to

I close my eyes as I feel Adrian doing the same and let my and Adrian’s thoughts connect. The day flashes back in front of my eyes and I start feeling the anger Adrian has been restraining flow between our bond, as mom’s words echo in my head. However, the anger fades away in thin air and calmness takes over the bond as I see a rough picture of a beautiful female projected in front of my eyes. Before I can question who she is, Adrian starts talking, with us still connected. “She’s our mate. I had let the most primal instinct take over me in anger and my mind conjured up this image of our mate. Isn’t she the most beautiful female?”

I still feel the heat and want to mate but now I choose who to with. And if by any chance my old mate still feels my presence I hope he also feels the pleasure I do when I join with my lovers....I hope it hurts. Originally my hate for them was like a furnace and it created an iron resolve, never will I bow or bend to their rules again. I will control my nature, the parts of me that remind me of them and live as I wish. 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.