Sage Broken Bonds Novels & Stories

She always looked at Grayson differently as if even though there was pain, she felt. "You said there are three types of bonds," Sage says. "What is the other one?" "The other one is the hybrid bond. Yes, it is due to fate that they are together, but there was a spell put to amplify the bond so much that it cannot easily be broken." At that, Sage pauses. This will also make sense on why a rejection still could not sever their bonds. The question now is if the bond between them is artificial or hybrid because Sage doubted it was solely fated. But he could not go and talk about it unless he had concrete evidence.

All her belongings were gone as if she had never existed. "No…" Out of nowhere, Kaden felt a pain shoot up from the depths of his soul. His wolf roared and thrashed in an attempt to break free from his body. It was clear evidence that the mate bond had been broken by force. "Argh!" Kaden howled in devastation, the sound waves shattering the bedroom windows. It dawned on him that Seraphina was not joking. She had left him, never to be found again. Falling on all fours, Kaden struggled to crawl to the dressing table. There, a black obsidian jewelry box remained. It was the gift Seraphina left for him a week ago.

“Explain.” “Their bond isn’t normal,” Lira said. “This isn’t a typical mate link. It’s something deeper. If she goes too far from him, his system destabilizes. Literally. If you send her away, Alpha, he won’t survive.” Rowan’s hands curled into fists. “That’s impossible. We suppressed the bond.” “You suppressed memory,” Lira corrected softly. “It's almost impossible to suppress a true bond.” Silence wrapped around us like ice.

“I’m responding to movement patterns, witness testimony, Oracle verification, and documented bond destabilization across eastern territories.” That hit several representatives visibly. They had all heard rumors lately. Broken mate bonds. Pack instability. Behavior shifts. Small reports individually. Concerning together. Elder Ren looked uneasy now. “You believe the bond attacks are connected?” “I believe dismissing patterns because they sound impossible is how civilizations die.” The words sat heavily in the room. For several long seconds nobody spoke. Then Sage rose quietly from the back. Rare. Important. “I’ve reviewed the Ashveil tactical reports personally,” he said. “Whether you trust t

But tonight, they felt like my only lifeline. I pulled out the first one, The Sacred Tether: Understanding Soul Bonds, and flipped through it quickly, scanning for anything on how to break a bond. My hands trembled as I turned the pages. “Severing a bond is rare…” “Dangerous…” “Often leads to emotional instability or permanent damage…” I slammed the book shut. “No. That can’t be all there is,” I muttered, tossing it onto the bed and grabbing another one. Dark Threads and Light: The Balance of Bonds.

I asked. “We are the unintended side effect of the Ancient Covenant that governs the pit called Silver Crest, we are the broken and lost-ranked of the supernatural and we do not want you to find a cure for this bond rupture, Sage. This is punishment that was long deserved. Do not get in the way of this great cleansing.” This was all beginning to make less sense, the more I stayed here. It was like everybody had different agendas for this bond rupture. “What do you gain from werewolves losing their mind and dying?” I asked.

Roger hesitates now, glancing down at Dominic. Dominic looks up at his brother, clearly inviting any insight. “Look, I did a lot of research on mating bonds back when we were young and Dominic and Lydia’s formed theirs,” Roger says, glancing at each of his listeners in turn. He sighs. “We don’t need to go into the reasons why – I was devastated.” Each of the listeners nods, remembering that Roger and Lydia had been engaged when Dominic turned sixteen and his bond with Lydia snapped into place. “But I do remember,” Roger continues, “reading about rare cases in which bonds weren’t fully broken but instead…bruised? Or drawn quite thin? Shredded and damaged but…intact.”

Her mouth fell open like such a thing was beyond comprehension. "Of course we do, we just have a different name for him," Seth replied, and then to change the subject, added, "Can you sense what I'm feeling?" Ale closed her eyes for a moment before answering. "Curious and slightly concerned?" "Pretty much," Seth said. "So this bond thing is real then." Ale nodded. "Is there any way to break it?" "As far as I know, these bonds are unbreakable. They might get weaker with time and distance, but they never go away until you die. What concerns me more is how fast it's growing."

I had no more interest in delving into why or how Sage came into contact with information that no one should have, and if he was from the Celestial realm as he said then whatever was going on, I want no part of He leaned backwards, “I'm not stopping you from returning to your sister, neither am I stopping you from seeing her, but you will have to acknowledge that the bond exist and this” he pointed at himself then at me, “this bond is as real as the clothes you've got on now.” he shrugged. I furrowed my brows, “let me be Sage.” He shrugged, “your choice princess. But like I said, we are going to talk about Us. Whether you want to or not, you won't ruin what we have for your fears.” his eyes

I murmured under my breath as an unexpected connection sparked at the back of my mind. Could it really be Havoc? His primal consciousness surged forward, his presence a chaotic storm that raged through my psyche. "My mate." He screamed through the bond I thought had been severed, his voice desperate and possessive, clawing at the edges of my heart. "We are not your mates anymore," Sage countered fiercely, her anger tangible, a fiery barrier against his claims. But his words set off a tumult in my chest; if he still believed we were mates, did that mean there was still a thread of connection, a sliver of hope for reconciliation?