Forced Bonds Novels & Stories

I said, "you've got one. But I'm not going anywhere with you." "You misunderstand." Draven began circling slowly, unhurried. "I don't need you willing. I need you bonded. A forced claim, sealed through blood, binds just as permanently as one freely given. More permanently, in some ways, since you'll have no choice but to accept it once it's done." Ice ran through me, but I forced my voice steady. "You'll have to catch me first."

"Permanently. As the anchor for the binding itself." "That's not a small thing to ask of either of us," Kael said, his voice unsteady in a way I'd rarely heard from him. "A bond like that — deeper than a mate bond, older, built into the actual structure of what you're becoming — there's no dissolving it. Ever. If something happened to me—"

By the time I finished, my mother was shaking with rage. "That absolute bastard! My daughter gave him five years of her life, and he lets an outsider treat you like this?" "And that Clara girl—so young and already so manipulative. She has no shame!" She wiped her eyes and cupped my face with her hands. "My poor girl, why didn't you tell me sooner? You've been going through all of this alone..." I leaned into her, my voice muffled. "I didn't want to worry you guys. Besides, I left the papers. Once Ryan signs them, our mate bond will be severed for good. I don't need him anymore."

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.

For a brief moment, it looked as though the darkness itself was reaching beyond her eyes… Consuming everything around her. Then… CRACK! The ground beneath her split. A violent wave of energy exploded from her body. The force tore across the training field, sending dust and debris flying in every direction. Students screamed as the protective barriers trembled violently under the impact. The teachers immediately raised their hands higher, pouring more energy into the shields. “Hold the barrier!” “Don't let it break!” Another wave of energy exploded outwards. The ground split even further. Stone shattered beneath the force, fragments of rock flying across the field.

Grandmother Willow waited at the stone circle, her ancient eyes immediately noting the change in us. "The mate bond is formed," she observed, satisfaction evident in her tone. "And stronger than expected. Three instead of two, unusual but powerful." "Will it affect the ceremony?" I asked, conscious of the dual bracelets humming with synchronised energy against my skin. "Only to strengthen it," she assured me. "The land responds to balanced power. Your connection to these Alphas creates a foundation rarely seen in claiming ceremonies." She led me to the centre of the stone circle while the twins took positions at the perimeter, their protective instincts heightened by the newly formed bond. U

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.” Bond? Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon. “Father, I—” However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand. “Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.” At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.

I have been thinking about this whole bonded thing. Let’s say for just one minute that I believe it’s legitimate; why is it that I seem to be more affected than Ezra or Mateo is? All I know is that this fucking headache can go away, like an hour ago. My theory is actually one of two things. Either the reason I am more affected by whatever has happened to Vanessa is because the bond was meant to be stronger between the two of us than it is between Vanessa and either Ezra or Mateo. My other thought is that it's because Vanessa and I haven't grown as close as she has with the other two. I suppose it doesn’t really matter, but it is something that has been running through my mind while I sit her

"Then we appeal. Fight harder. Find another way. But we don't give up." "He'll separate us. Take me away. Break the bond if he can." "Bonds can't be broken. Not by courts. Not by anyone. We're connected permanently." "Physical distance can break us though. If I'm forced to go with him. Forced to stay away from you. The bond could weaken. Fade." "It won't. I won't let it." Through the bond, I pushed everything I felt toward him. Love. Certainty. Absolute refusal to lose him.

“Your mate.” Brock shifted, his body instinctively blocking me from their view. His voice dropped to lethal calm. “What about her?” The elder clasped his hands. “You’ve not claimed her. Not fully. That hesitation cost you tonight. The rogues smelled her unmarked bond. A weakness.” Heat shot through me. My face burned. Brock’s growl rumbled the floor. “She is mine. Claimed or not.” “Words,” another councilor sneered. “But words don’t bind packs. Blood does. Flesh does. If you won’t complete the bond, others will keep coming for her. For you. Do you want your reign to collapse because of one human girl?”