Forbidden Bond Novels & Stories

Lucian’s hand is already there, flat on the table, and mine lands beside it, not touching, just near, the way we are near each other, always, without requiring contact to be present. “A fullbond,” I say. “The rarest kind,” Bowen says. “Documented in Ironveil’s history twice before. Both times between lines that had been apart for generations and reconnected.” He closes the book carefully. “It is why the rejection did not quiet it. It is why the bond persisted through everything. A fullbond cannot be severed by words in a clearing.” He pauses. “It can only be completed or carried.” “We are carrying it,” Lucian says.

"She found me." "No family." "No clues." "Nothing." "Exactly." I blinked. "What do you mean exactly?" He rested his elbows on his knees. "Forget your parents for a second." "No." "You brought them up." "And because they're connected." I groaned. "Dominic..." "Fine." He sighed. "Let's go back to your original question." Finally. "The forbidden bond." I nodded impatiently, he became unusually serious. "Everything I've studied says one thing." His silver eyes locked onto mine.

This was closer to a lesson delivered by someone who had prepared the material in advance. "A second-chance bond forms only after a first bond has been fully rejected by at least one party," Ilsa continued. "It does not form out of longing or proximity alone. Something in the original pairing has to fail in a way that the Goddess herself decides cannot stand. The correction is rare enough that entire generations pass without a single confirmed case. When one does appear, it tends to attach itself to bloodlines that already carry unusual weight. That attachment is not random. The older material treats it as significant. Ordinary pairings rarely receive this kind of intervention. The ones that

Alrik answered. "Maybe we can unbind the bond that joins all of you together with him. Definitely it will need a large amount of energy to break the bond but thankfully Sabrina can still cyphen off energy from the weapon." Bella suggested. "And then we can end him once and for all." Vincent finished. Sabrina wriggled her head with a sigh. "It doesn't work like that. To unbind a bond we need to know the element that has been used to forge the bond. In our case,we don't even know this element that binds us together and even if we try to find it. It will take a long time."

But wasn't that the appeal? Even Adam and Eve were tempted by the forbidden fruit and where did that lead them? Nowhere good, if Isis remembered correctly. Things were forbidden for a reason and just as his words conjured her arousal, her thoughts hindered them but it didn't stop her from answering truthfully. "No, I would never think of you in that light."

She stated. “Which are?” “That your mate bond is unique and really, really strong. Perhaps you share a golden bond with her.” “That means that even if we reject each other, the rejection won’t happen.” “Yeah, that’s what we know of the golden bonds. They are extremely rare, but unbreakable.”

Skye stayed still under his ministrations before leaning forward to mark his alpha the same way. Linus groaned at the pleasured pain of sharp teeth sinking into his skin, cock twitching inside of the omega and wringing a strangled noise from him as well. When Skye finally detached from his shoulder-neck junction, Linus pulled him into a languid kiss. Mated. Bonded. They were bound together now for the rest of their lives. The sentiment was scary and while his mind rebelled at the thought, his alpha instincts thrilled at having an omega. This particular omega.

I looked into his eyes without shaking. “I know we did some things we should never have done. I am happy we didn’t go too far as well. I was not in the right frame of mind. I’m sorry.” “What are you apologizing for?” I asked. My question was rather rhetoric as I understood what he meant. “We are step-siblings,” Alex continued. “We might have been lovers in the past but it shouldn’t happen between us now. I lost my mind for a moment and almost committed a taboo. I am sorry for doing that and I promise it won’t happen again.”

Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.

Every warrior, every elder, every rogue understood that these rules were binding, immutable. “Mate Bond Law. Forced bonding is forbidden. Rejection must be verbal and witnessed. Bonds may weaken, fracture, or go dormant but never fully vanish without divine consent.” My voice softened slightly, carrying empathy alongside authority. “These bonds are sacred. They are not toys. They are not weapons. They are the heart of our packs and the soul of our people.” A subtle murmur rippled through the hall at that, but I let silence reclaim the space, commanding attention with nothing more than the weight of my gaze.