Making Connections Novels & Stories

I took a slow, shaky breath. And then For the first time since this began I let go. Not completely. Not recklessly. But carefully. Gently. I loosened my hold. And instead I reached outward. To each of them. Individually. “Feel this,” I whispered. “Don’t fight it.” The connection shifted. Threads began to form. Not just through me But between them. Small at first. Weak. Unsteady. But real. One by one They connected. To each other. Not through pain.

So, I leaned into it, just a little. At lunch, I brought him coffee. “You like it sweet, right?” He glanced up. “You remembered.” When he smiled faintly, the system glowed again. [Objective Complete. Reward: +5 Connection Points.] Connection points? What the hell was this, some sort of emotional video game? Gloss noticed my expression and frowned. “Did it do something again?” I nodded. “It said... connection points.” He groaned, rubbing his forehead. “That’s new. It’s never tracked connections before.”

It made no sense. ‘Woah, woah,’ Nia started. ‘Okay, maybe not jealousy then before you rip my head off. But I can sense a connection between us, and it’s growing stronger with each passing moment. I can't explain it. But it is there, and it is pulsating from the inside.’ I furrowed my brow, trying to make sense of her words. ‘What do you mean by 'connection'?’ I asked. ‘There’s just a connection between us that seems to intensify anytime Chase is near us. Even if you want to deny it, I’m sure you can feel it too. No matter how little.’

"If I can heal a connection, maybe I can sever one." "Maybe is doing a lot of work in that sentence." "It's all I've got." Another howl. Closer. East. The circle was tightening. We had minutes, not hours. I could feel them converging, their shared bonds humming with coordinated intent, six threads pulling toward a single point. Us. I dropped to my knees. Pressed my palms flat against the forest floor. The earth was cold and damp and alive beneath my fingers, roots threading through the soil like veins, the whole forest connected in ways I was only beginning to understand.

I said. "You hold the whole," she said. "The center frequency. Everything coming back here to be understood in relation to everything else." She paused. "What I do is different. I hold the connections. Not the whole. The specific links between specific things." She paused. "How the teaching centre in Nana's territory connects to the centre in Darko's valley. How the bond health work Efua is doing in one territory informs what Kofi is doing in another." She paused. "I hold the specific connections so you do not have to track all of them individually." I looked at her.

As he let go of me, it felt like a strange force forcefully yanked me away from him. ‘What just happened? What can’t I speak to Max again?’ Maya complained, also confirming that she could no longer feel the connection. “This is all so messed up. We have to leave this place first.” He held my hand again and the link suddenly reconnected. Max and Maya were excited to meet each other again like they didn’t just visit each other in the link a few seconds ago. ‘It’s back.’ I announced and stared at his hand. He let go of me and the link disconnected. With a stern face, he held me again and the link reconnected. ‘It seems like physical contact will automatically establish some kind of link between

“But how do you see the lines?” Aelia seemed to take in Sam before speaking. “There are three colors of connections. The two prominent ones are white and red.” “Red being for fated?” Sam asked, now genuinely interested. I smiled, once he was given something he didn’t have a lot of information on, suddenly he was a little kid asking a million questions. For once, I was glad it wasn’t aimed at me but I wondered how well Aelia would take it. “Correct. Red is the fated mates. Some connections you can actually see are broken and some continue on that leads to their other half.”

The two men got up and walked inside to drown their sorrows in alcohol. ************ Destiny walked into her room. Taking a deep breath; she started to strip off the track pants she had picked up from the open basket after she had shifted back to human. She thought about her dreams. It wasn't normal that she should have such a connection. She thought back to the teachings of her childhood as she began to make her bed. It was rare for a mental connection to exist before mating, only if… Such mental connections were an indication of power. Best friends acquired such deep connection after years of being together, parents and children formed a bond at birth, and mates earned them from the coupli

Uncertainty filled my heart as I closed my eyes, but within a moment, I sensed several strands of connection forming within my soul. Startled, I opened my eyes in astonishment. My heart pounded fiercely. "Are these... my connections to every surviving member of the Red Moon Pack?" Trembling, I struggled to comprehend the situation. Time was of the essence, so I closed my eyes again, reestablishing the connection. Almost instantly, I could once more sense the thread-like connections to the pack members.

"Connection is living." The woman was quiet. Then: "Show me." I took her hand. Reached for the bond-building part of me. Formed a thread. Tentative. Fragile. The beginning of a bond. She gasped. "What is—I feel—" "That's connection," Kade said. He placed his hand over ours, forming his own thread. Her eyes widened. "I feel both of you. Not controlling. Just there. Present." "That's a bond," I said. "Acknowledgment. That we exist together and that matters."