Relationship Bond Novels & Stories

mom said looking at dad. "Well fated mates are two people who posses what we call a mate bond. Before you ask, a mate bond is like a bond, a special bond that two people share. For example, your mother and I share that bond, the bond is so strong that I can't live without her and she can't live without me, if she dies I die too. If she cheats I will automatically know she did and if I cheat she will know that I cheated. The bond is so strong it's like we share a apart of each other and we can't stay away from each other for longer periods because if that happens then we both go into depression or go feral,"

He cupped my face in both hands, his eyes searching mine with a mix of determination and affection. “Whatever happens in there,” he said, his voice low and sure, “remember this. He thinks the bond is just a mechanism to control. He thinks if he separates us, he makes the system stronger. But we know the truth. This bond is not just about holding energy. It is about holding onto each other. And nothing he builds, nothing he plans, can ever break that.” I placed my hands over his, feeling the familiar warmth and the steady flow of energy that linked us completely.

"Don't you understand? I thought I could help you get out of that horrible marriage and, by the way, get closer to the man I love." "You love him?" I say laughing. "You don't know anything about him. How could you even love him?" "It's because of the bond," Rose declares flatly. Her words cut me to the quick. They take my breath away and make me see her in a new way. "You're not old enough," I spit. "The bond has not yet awakened within you." "But it will," Rose says proudly. "And you know what it's like. They say that some people feel it even before they have it. That there are couples who just fall in love before the age."

“Because I’m the one offering something you can’t control.” That shut her up. For a second. Just a second. But it was enough. Clay watched the exchange. Quiet. Observing. “What’s the difference?” he asked suddenly. My attention snapped back to him. “What?” “Between a bond and a marriage.” I held his gaze. “The difference is choice.” A pause. “A bond is power shared,” I continued. “It’s a connection without ownership. Without control.” Selene’s lips pressed into a thin line. “And marriage?” Clay asked.

It required him to move closer to the bond than he preferred, to risk the brightness of a reaffirmation event pushing him back. But it was effective. Every bond, no matter how anchored, carried within it the specific shape of the wounds that had formed it. Soulbonds didn't form between whole people — they formed between people at the point of shared fracture. Which meant every bond contained, at its foundation, the exact texture of the original break. For Tharien: the belief that his love destroyed. For Nori: the belief that she was easy to leave.

I asked. He nodded. Okay. “And this feeling between us, this pull I feel towards you… that’s a matebond?” “Yes.” His eyes blazed. He hadn’t touched me since he shifted back. But now he leaned in and his nostrils flared. “We are… linked in a way. And if we both accept it, if we complete the bond we will be… well. I don’t believe human relationships have an equivalent.” He put a hand on my knee and his gaze grew even more intense.

"I've missed this feeling" She closes her eyes and seems to be savoring the moment of feeling life inside her. The small kicks of life letting her know they are there and hopefully thriving. She whispers so only I can hear the lives inside. "I'm going to enjoy watching you grow up, little ones". She turns back to me before asking a question. "Do you understand how bonds work, my Conrad?" I'm flustered for a moment, feeling like I am being quizzed by a teacher. "Errmm.... yes. All werewolves' bonds are formed through soul links. The greater the tether to the soul, the greater the link".

Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words. “This here…it says that while a blood bond can’t be broken, it can be weakened or even blocked,” Sabrina read out. “The strength of the blood bond varies according to the connection between two people.” She paused for a bit and then added, “Hoc significat vinculum firmius potest adiuvare ad alium vinculum infirmandum vel intercludendum.” “I have no idea what you said,” Asher said. “It means that a stronger bond can help to weaken or block another bond,” she muttered.

If I let her, she’ll probably fall back asleep, but I don’t. Gathering her in my arms, I stand. My chest aches slightly as I hold her closer, asking, “Do you feel the bond?” My wolf lifts his head, waiting for her answer with just as much anticipation as I do. “I do. It’s pulling me… is that me or the bond?” The uncertainty in her question nearly kills me. I swallow back the denial that it’s just the magic of the bond working between us. “I believe the bond only enhances feelings that are already there,” I answer truthfully. “Our relationship may have been decided by the Goddess, but the strong connection and the pull between us? I believe that’s real. I don’t think the bond gives you fake e

I gasped, stumbling back. "Caspian!" Ronan shouted, catching me before I fell. "I barely touched her!" he said, wide-eyed. "It’s you," I whispered. "You're the one it clings to first." Caspian looked like I’d slapped him. "What does that mean?" "That the bond is strongest with you. Right now." "And what about the rest of us?" Cian asked. "It’s moving," I said. "It’s not fixed. It shifts." "That’s not bonding. That’s tethering," Ronan said. "And it’s not love. It’s leashing."