Forbidden Bond Novels & Stories

“Both of you. Say it.” Rowan’s jaw clenched. Then, slowly, painfully, he exhaled. “Fine.” His voice was raw. “I feel it. With you. With him.” His gaze flicked to Lucien, bitter but honest. “I hate it. But it’s there.” Lucien’s smile returned, softer this time, almost reverent. “I’ve felt it since the cathedral. Fire. Ice. And the witch between.” He stepped closer, lowering his voice. “It’s the rarest bond of all—triadic. Forbidden because it cannot be broken.”

He had the full symptom list on the board, written out in neat columns, dated references from three different academic books, and the particular energy of a professor who had found his material genuinely interesting and intended to make sure everyone in the room felt the same way whether they wanted to or not. "Rare cases," he said, moving along the board. "Bonds that form despite significant mutual resistance. Both parties actively rejecting the connection. Both parties, in some documented cases, entirely unaware of each other's classification." He underlined something. "The bond forms anyway. The wolf doesn't ask permission." My pen stopped moving.

She also felt the bond with him. “Do not play dumb now. You threatened me with them,” Ziason continues after reading Heaven’s expression. Then he lets out a trembling breath. “This bond we have, it’s forbidden. It’s unheard of. And it doesn’t make sense. All I know is you are linked to all of us the way two mates are linked, which I do not understand.” “So what’s so wrong about accepting the bond?” Heaven asks softly. “Why do we have to keep suffering like this?”

He said to himself. “Yes, I call it the Reverse Bonding Phenomena,” I said. “It is a situation whereby rejected mates begin forming false, unstable and violent bonds with strangers, creating rogue pairs that threaten packs and cause destruction.” The whole briefing was quiet now and the people were watching me, some in disbelief while some with deeply worried expressions on their faces. “So, as you can see, it is not a disease but result of an action,” I said. “And this action is what?” Dominic asked.

“You are a magic user.” “Magic!” Fear surged through me immediately. In the Ravenclaw pack, the only thing worse than an Omega was a magic user. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm. “Run, now!” “Run!”

The pain was getting worse, spreading from my chest outward. Vida arrived in her nightgown, took one look at me, and swore. "The bond is rejecting itself." "What does that mean?" I gasped. "It means you three have been bonded too long without completing the marking. The incomplete connection is destabilizing. Your body is treating it like a strange presence, trying to push it out." "So complete the marking," Daxon said.

“Fine. Your Council doesn’t want us together because I’m human. Then take the mark off. Give me my life back. I’m begging you. All of this is crazy.” He stood slowly. The air around him felt heavier. “Once a vampire marks you, the mark stays,” he said, voice flat. “Supernaturals don’t play when it comes to their mates. Vampire bloodlines haven’t been able to find true mates for centuries. The second I sensed the pull toward you I knew it was deeper than want. I marked you. There’s no going back. The only way out of this is if one of us dies. And even then… the other might not live long after.”

I stood there awkwardly near the doorway, completely unsure how to draw his attention toward me properly. I remember I was told to initiate to show willingness and if he doesn’t like me, I could get a strike. 3 strike and I am out and would be needing to refund the eighty grand, I can’t do that when spending it was worth it. So, a crazy Idea pop in, I pick a grape in my mouth and gently remove his newspaper, his eyes found mine as I sat on his lap, I place it at the tip, watching him slowly want to take it.

His hands were shaking so badly he could barely grab the napkins. Mrs. Rodriguez appeared with a mop and paper towels, and for the next two minutes I helped clean up the mess while trying desperately to understand what had just happened. My wolf was going absolutely feral inside my chest, clawing and howling and demanding I go back to him, touch him again, claim him. No. No No No No No. This wasn't possible. This wasn't allowed. True Mate bonds didn't happen like this. They were supposed to be gradual, a pull that developed over weeks or months. Not a nuclear explosion on first contact. And they definitely, absolutely, under no circumstances were supposed to happen with HUMANS.

They nodded and stepped back. "The Seers revealed that this bond you four share is an ancient tri-bond—a rare connection only seen once in a century," Eris explained, her tone shifting into something mocking. "Thalia activated it when she performed that forbidden blood ritual to save your life, Adonis. But because the magic was dark and incomplete, the bond is currently eating her alive. It's bound to destroy her." "Why only her?" Caspian demanded, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. "Why are we not affected?"