Forbidden Bonds Novels & Stories

“Amputation.” Lorak’s mouth tightened—not anger, not offense. Fatigue. “Bonds are destabilizing weapons,” he said. “They compromise judgment. They pull people into harm they can’t see until it’s too late. I cut to contain the blast radius.” The bond behind Tharien’s sternum felt like a blade drawn along its edges—pressure skimming the thread without severing it. He breathed through the threat. “You don’t contain,” he said. “You hollow.”

"What did you say?" "A blood bond," I said, opening the manual and pointing to the instructions. "This way, you can take better care of me, right?" The manual described two types of bonds: a one-way bond and a two-way bond. The two-way bond promised higher loyalty, so I decisively chose that one. What I overlooked was the fine print at the bottom: One-way bonds are for master-servant relationships, while two-way bonds are typically used between mates. A two-way bond is unbreakable. The bonded pair share a life and a soul.

She would rest against him. Sometimes their kisses were hesitant. Sometimes they were urgent. Each moment a battle between loyalty to Raymond’s memory and the undeniable need for someone, anyone, who was truly there. And yet, in the back of their minds, both knew: This affair was dangerous. This closeness was forbidden. And the base was whispering, watching, waiting for them to falter. But for now… For tonight, in the quiet of Raymond’s house, grief and desire had fused into something impossible to resist.

Eiren’s voice trembled. “The Forbidden Archive,” Kael said as he closed the door. “It’s deep in the pack library, where they keep the rituals no one is supposed to know about.” “This says” Eiren’s hands trembled. “It says an alpha can transfer the bond’s burden onto themselves.” not possible. “It’s possible,” Kael said, moving closer. “Just forbidden, because it kills the alpha instead.” “No.” Eiren threw the book across the room. “Absolutely not.” “It’s the only way to save you.”

he said, without being told. "Yes," I said. "New bonds are unstable in the first month," he said. "Vulnerable to external interference in ways that established bonds are not. What you are asking for is not simple interference though. You want distortion. You want the wolf to reach for the bond and find friction where there should be warmth." "Yes," I said. "That is exactly what I want." "That requires proximity," he said. "To both of them simultaneously. The distortion must be placed on both sides of the bond at the same moment or one wolf compensates for the other and the effect collapses within hours. One sided distortion is useless."

Why should our bond be destroyed because of what others would think? Why did this have to happen just when i thought that i’ll finally have a chance of being happy in my life? Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Fuck my life.

She pushed him away, confused by the feelings, his touch evoked. "what's that?" he asked, locking his lips and pretending not to notice her discomfort, curious about the tattoo meaning. "A knot," she replied. "To show how twisted you are? he asked, confused on why it had to be a knot she tattooed on her neck. "To show how strong I am," she defended. "A figure-of- eight knot, the hardest to undo." "There's no knot too hard for me to undo, just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up," he whispered closely.

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.

“My mother did not explain everything.” “Oh really?” I folded my arms tightly. “Then go ahead. Explain the remaining details to me.” For the first time since I met him, Aéron actually looked nervous. Not angry or dominant. Just… guilty. “The ritual cannot be forced,” he said quietly. I frowned. “If the bond is completed without mutual consent, the mate bond becomes unstable. That instability can kill the weaker mate.” “The weaker mate,” I repeated bitterly. “Which is obviously me.” “Elara—”

“Neither did I.” Before Aiden could respond, James returned, holding an old, tattered book. “I found something,” he said, his voice urgent. “There’s a section here about the ‘sacred marks.’ It says they appear when an ancient bond is disturbed, usually a bond that was never meant to be broken.” “What does that mean?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest. James’s eyes darted between Aiden and me, his expression grim. “It means the rejection didn’t sever the bond. It only made it stronger.”