Novel Link Novels & Stories

Ariadne bellowed at her companion. Kilvic gave his attention to Ariadne briefly. She stood where the wave of fire had come from. Compound linking, he noted. Just how many? To ignite a point in the atmosphere was one thing. To ignite more required more links. But compound links were built on association. They were easier to accumulate than normal links. They did not hold as much strength as actual links but they compensated by serving to increase quantity were they lacked quality. The girls were focusing on him rather than Moss which lacked appropriate logic. What had she told them?

Rune I close my eyes, leaning into our mind link, the connection that has always been an open channel between the four of us. But now it feels like I’m throwing pebbles into a void, each one falling farther and farther without the familiar bounce back of his consciousness. The link is stretched thin, fragile as spider silk, and I’m terrified that one more tug will snap it.

Then, finally, another text came in: a link this time. A link to a news article. The headline on the news page’s gossip segment stared up at me in huge, garish font: “Alpha Nathan Has Affair With Strange Woman!”

I replied. Mindlinking is something we do a lot around here. It is a special way of bonding with one another in our pack. Justin and I do that a lot. We are best friends, so we communicate through that means, especially when we are around people and do not want them to listen in on our conversations.

"I think it's 'NEKON'S.' map." "Nekon?" Luna leans to take a peak too. The more weird the tittle us, the better. That she had learned after years of been a devoted reader. "It's a supernatural novel of two worlds I planned out some months ago." "Supernatural novel." Her ears perked up at the information. It just had to be her favourite gerne. "Is it out yet?" "Huh–yes." "Can I get a link, or maybe a website I can get a hard copy." Her eyes brighten up like an adorable puppy. Infecting Salvador with a grin.

“Uh. Sweetheart. Why do I sound like I’m picking up a supernatural group chat in my skull?!” He just chuckled, proud and smug and annoyingly handsome. “That, my moonlight,” he said with a grin, “is the Alpha Link.” I blinked. “The what now?” “It connects all Alphas. Every territory leader across the continent. It’s an ancient magic. Only the King—and now, the Luna Queen—can access all of it. You’re hearing them. For the first time.” I narrowed my eyes. “So basically... you accidentally just installed supernatural Bluetooth in my brain?”

Ellie said. Laughter bubbled up and rumbled from Brooke. She grabbed her sides and bent over. "Excuse me, but umm... What exactly are you guys talking about?" Tom asked. "The Link is a humanoid magnetic aura resonator that matches the freque," Brooke gained control again. "Don't bother Ellie. No one understands that mumbo jumbo." She turned to Tom. "She has this fancy device that Links two people and they can heal off each other. Just the last time someone did it, things got- a little emotionally explosive."

Clara: "Really? But I heard only the official Luna is allowed there." Lucius: "You will be, soon enough. I have a gift for you." Clara: "What is it?" Lucius: "A moonstone necklace." The Moon Spring. He took her to that holy place. And gave her the gift that was meant for me. Two weeks ago: Clara: "Lucius, I'm worried. What if Anya finds out?" Lucius: "She won't. And what if she does? Once the pup is born, I'll have grounds to dissolve our bond. Failure to produce an heir."

' I said over the mind-link, wondering if were close enough to connect. #

another deep breath. “ ahh, there it is. I can breathe, and I can think clearly. “ I silence my thoughts and try out our mind link. “ hello, Lena, can you hear me? It’s Jesse. If you are sleeping, this is not a dream. I’m speaking to you from my mind if you can hear me call my phone. It takes practice to master the mind link. “ I don’t hear anything back. Waiting by my phone, several minutes go by. I try it out again. “ Lena, wake up,” I yell loudly, hoping to wake her. This time, I feel a static course through my body; my eyes open quickly, looking down at my phone. Lena is calling! I can’t believe it works. She must be powerful. Answering the phone, it’s Lena sounding sleepy. “Hello Jesse