Forged Bonds Novels & Stories

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll help her this time, and this time only. There is no freakin way she is our mate.” My wolf settled back down as I undid the seatbelt and carefully lifted Renko out of the car. As much as my wolf wanted me to caress her, make her feel safe, there was no way I would ever let anything between us happen. I would rather deal with the consequences of not having a mate, which can be done, but usually, the wolf side goes rogue and can never lead a pack, than to be bonded with Renko Watson. I began the ten-mile trek, carrying Renko, back to my house and hoped I wouldn’t encounter anyone along the way.

"A love bond can be broken?" "Oh yes. Neratomay will form many bonds, but they weaken and eventually disappear if they haven't been fortified with contact or a blood pact. But when a blood pact has been performed—what you called a love bond—then it is necessary to do a bond dissolution. It's very difficult and very painful, although one party can take on all of the pain—as I did." "I never knew such a thing existed," I said in awe. "And what about other bonds; ones between a sire and progeny?"

“Never mind. talk to me. What's the problem?” “The new construction site has been hijacked our workers came in for work today I couldn't do anything because they were red tapes everywhere sealing them from entering” “What? what do you mean it was sealed” “They said he was sealed and tried to penetrate but they were with the authorities so they left” “What nonsense is this on what grounds are they doing that, that place is ours” “They said that the investors gave the land to some other company and we are no longer authorized to use the land”

, I heard my voice screech in horror. Mate bonds were sacred. I have never heard of a forged bond in my lifetime, although I have read of some in historical books – none of which ended well. Despite my issues with Roman, he did not deserve that. And even if he was nothing to me, not my mate, which I still found hard to believe he was, nobody deserved to have that sacred bond taken from them, manipulated, or forged for other people’s goals. It was a betrayal at the highest level!!!

They had cracked a way to break out of the tower and, for that, I needed external help. Most of those Messiahs had always repelled and rejected their Forbidden bonds, which was their biggest mistake. They warned me not to reject my Forbidden. The Forbiddens felt this bond more strongly than the Messiahs, so when the Messiahs responded, the Forbiddens always perceived.

She resolved to keep her child safe, even if it meant surrendering the tender bond between mother and daughter. Guided by her unwavering love, Navana sought counsel from the ancient Oracle, a venerable seer whose wisdom spanned the ages. Deep within the sacred grove, where whispers of prophecy echoed through the ancient trees, Navana stood before the Oracle, her heart heavy with a mixture of hope and apprehension.

Mitch’s. Her fingers trembled as she picked up the phone. She read each line carefully, and with every word, her blood ran colder. Mitch was planning to break the mate bond. She forced a smile, though her chest ached. Pushing the phone back to Edward, she lied, “I’m aware. We talked about it.” Edward’s eyes narrowed. “I see.” Then, leaning closer, he added softly, “We can re-bond. Please.” Lucille shook her head. “I didn’t know the tribunal was so careless, letting a private letter leak before their next sitting.”

"Trust me." "Always," he whispered. I opened my bond-sight fully. The false bond blazed—golden, poisoned, wrapped around his heart like barbed wire. But our mate bond was there too. Silver. Strong. I grabbed the false bond with my power and pulled. It fought back viciously. Pain exploded through me as Morgath's magic tried to stop me. You can't break it, Morgath's voice echoed in my mind. Only my death can sever it. Then I'll make you wish you were dead, I snarled back.

It was meant to ensure the soul-link between fated mates would never fray. And now, he was asking me to accept him bonding with someone else. My fingertips began to tremble. “Are you fucking kidding me?” “This isn't a request, Isolde.” His voice, laced with the authority of a Prince, echoed in the vast alchemy lab. “It’s already done, Isolde. I forged the bond this morning. In the forgotten sanctuary.” “In the sanctuary…” My hand shook so violently the potion vial slipped and shattered on the stone floor. “That’s the place for our Eternal Vow!”

“So we need something that tells his wolf the opposite, loudly and irrevocably.” Soryn’s gaze sharpened. “You’re thinking a full claim,” she said. “Not just a Rite bond. A *mate* bond.” Mae nodded, grim. “His channels are already tuned to her,” she said. “We’ve seen it. The Heer actually did us a favor with that cursed knot of a contract. But contracts can be voided. Titles can be ripped away. A true mate‑bond, anchored on both sides? That’s much harder to sever, even with a specially forged relic.”