Nuptial Chain Novels & Stories

Specific. The private language of two people who have developed their own frequency. I look at the ring on my hand. The mountains in the stone. Four hundred and fifty years of the chain producing people who find each other and develop their own frequency and write it down and pass it on. Nara and Caden are part of it now. Not the Avery-Calloway-Blackthorn bond specifically. But the chain. The chain of people who keep things and write things down and go to archives and find each other across the distance.

This was not the power of the Core—that would have killed her—but Nathan’s pure, ancient vitality. Abigail’s lungs suddenly gasped for air. The Bond, which until then had been nothing more than a fragile thread between them, was forged into a thick, unbreakable chain. Her eyes flew open, and for a brief moment, Nathan’s dark fire flashed within them. The Nest — Several Days Later

“I Charlotte Petriokias, chose you, Zacharias, to be my partner today in the presence of those who love us. Being your wife, spouse, or partner and combining my life with yours makes me proud. For as long as we both live, I promise to stand by you, encourage you, push you, and most importantly, love you for better or worse, in good times and bad, for more money or less. I promise to respect you in everything as an equal partner, in the knowledge of joy and suffering, strength and tiredness, direction and uncertainty, for all the risings and sets of the sun. to learn and develop with. to travel and adventure with. These knots serve as a visual representation of our interconnectedness. They st

Roger asks, his eyebrows going up. “Usually in religious ceremonies,” Henry says, folding his hands in his lap and looking around at us, “in the wilds of the north. Two people already bonded – either by fate or by choice, usually through a mating – would each either willingly or by obligation magically forge a bond with a third.” “For what reason,” Cora asks, shaking her head. “Like…plural marriage? Or something?” “No,” Henry replies, shaking his head at her. “This is usually done in communities where those who undergo the ceremony have long taken vows of chastity. No, they do it for the power that results from the bond, which is said to be…unique.”

Her voice carried through the air: “By star and sun, by sea and sky, by love that crossed time and pain — do you vow to stand by one another, as partners, as rulers, as soulmates?” “I do,” they said together, voices strong, steady, sacred. With a final incantation, the ribbon shimmered and vanished, its essence sealed within them. “I now pronounce you husband and wife — king and queen of hearts united by fate.” Cheers exploded from the crowd. Petals rained down from above, summoned by the royal mages. Music burst into life — harps, violins, and drums in perfect harmony.

But the shock was because it was his father. Nicholas Thagtcher… A fucking married man. Who was married… to Rory’s mother. ────୨ৎ──── Having left the scene, she paced around in the living room, deep in a very serious thought. ‘That is incest… Right?’ She wondered. ‘No, but Nicholas is not his birth father. Yes… But he married his mother, though. But then again, if they had met outside the family tree, it would be allowed. But they didn’t, as Nicholas was FUCKING MARRIED to Heidi.’

, Paavak said. Nira nodded shyly. Paavak started to take out her jewellery one by one. When he put his hand to take out the nuptial chain, Nira stopped him and said not to take that alone. He started to pepper kisses all over face starting from her forehead. Both got immense in their love. The room was filled with their moans. The stars and the moon witnessed the joining of two beautiful souls as one. At last they both consummated their marriage.

I said softly, and then we kissed passionately. *** End of Chained to the Billionaire

They finished the rituals of marriage with ease and it was the time for the last part of marriage. Filling the hairline with sindur (vermilion) and making her wear the mangalsutra (nuptial chain). And now she has to look at him for the ritual. When she looked up her breath struck in her throat. There Ashish was standing with an emotionless look in his face but the anger was visible in his eyes. Antara didn't remove her eyes from his face when Anirudh filled the sindoor . They kept the eye contact intact when she was made to wear the nuptial chain as well.

“There’s a ritual. A true bonding. If we complete it, we might break free. But it means that we can never be separated again. Our souls will be tied forever.” “Then do it.” He started thrusting again with his knot still locked, short, powerful strokes that made me see stars. The chains reacted, getting hotter. Our son’s glow brightened in response. I felt the mating bond deepen, twisting into something eternal. Pleasure came fast. I came again, screaming, and Damon followed, pumping me so full I could feel my belly swelling slightly once more. The mountain shook and the golden chains shattered. For one blissful second, I thought we were free.