Stolen Bond Novels & Stories

"Whatever they used, it found something already there and pulled on it." The implication settled into me like cold water. The fake bond had worked so completely because it wasn't entirely fake. Something in my blood had already been reaching toward him — ancient, unnamed, predating every plan the Covenant had ever made. They hadn't manufactured our connection. They had stolen it and used it as a key. I looked forward again. The trees moved past us, dark and silent. "That doesn't make what they did less of a violation," I said. "No," he agreed. "It doesn't."

The smile on my face grew colder. Three days after the stream ended, things began to shift. Quietly. Then, all at once. The first to fall was Tyson. Early Monday morning, a piece of news spread through every class group chat like a virus. Tyson had both his legs broken. He was in the hospital. Rumor had it that the bag of 30,000 dollars he found was not lost property at all. It belonged to a local underground banker, someone known for being ruthless. He had dropped it during a rushed deal.

“I gave up my birthright to live in scarcity with you. So, mentioning the past only makes me see how little it was worth.” Selene asked, voice trembling, “Is this… agreement legally binding in the pack?” The lawyer nodded. Selene’s face collapsed. She muttered, “So if they dissolve the bond… he becomes a pauper?” The lawyer nodded again. Selene slumped onto the sofa. “How… Why…?” Suddenly, a desperate thought seemed to strike her. “Wait! The diamond was a gift from Kael! If you want to prosecute a thief, the thief is him, right?”

I look down at the black-bound ledger on the table, then raise my eyes back to his. "If Celt Hawkridge claims I stole his neural key," I whisper, stepping so close to Creed that my voice carries only to him and the live microphone on his chest, "then ask him why his own personal wolf bond has been failing for five years—and why my paper is the only thing currently keeping him alive." Creed's eyes widen in absolute horror as the subtext hits him like a physical blow, his grip on his blade going completely slack.

She stood there with her cane gripped in both fists and her jaw set, and for a second I thought she'd throw it. --- Behind the platform, where the stage hid them from the yard, Kaelen caught up with Thorne at the corner of the stable, where the hay was stacked and the horses stamped. “You saw that,” Kaelen said. “I saw a woman do something clever.” The old man was straightening his cuffs. “It doesn't change what I told the council. The bond itself is in question. If it isn't real...” “It isn't.” “You can't know that.”

The place the three of us ran back to when the world became too much. It was also the room we had most of our fights in. "What's going on now?" I asked. Gripped the arms of the chair. Alejandro shook his head. "I don't fucking know, that's the problem. I know our shit is getting stolen, I can clearly see it, but our money is staying the same. Like someone is reimbursing us for the product they stole but just enough to not allow us any profit. Some of our men have gone missing but we still receive reports that they are in the area..."

he paused Sited on the golden like throne, his word made me lift my head shocked. As if feeling my grazed the chief meet my eyes a wicked smile appeared on his face. My heart sunk, bastard. " The amount of stoke would be decided by the Wolder" Whisper filled the air at his statement, I stared ahead my eyes void of emotions. The crowd grow elevated there cheers and pretentious sympathetic sigh reached my ears, I could hear from afar the tonging of leather together making a crack sound, it was near, hot droplets went down my forehead, my breathing ragged and shallow. The vibration of the wolder footsteps neared dangerously. His large foot covered with leather sandal came into view, he walked a

I could have assumed he bullied and rejected her because she was a werewolf, but… I looked at the passage book. But he stole this book from her back then. Why did he steal it? Did he suspect something, or was he trying to prevent something? There was something more to their relationship than what we knew from the surface. Could it be that… the Bond was somehow controlling her? Using her as a channel to evolve? Let’s say it was. But why did Bond want to evolve? The first Bond was made between Estoria and Emrys, but after Estoria’s death, Emrys owned it completely right before the moon goddess tricked him into giving it to her.

All went according to my plan but an error occur, I couldn’t obtain Alexander’s mate bond with Vanessa completely. There’s still a tiny bit of mate bond left within Alexander, but I couldn't take it no matter what and there are chances the mate bond I stole will return to him soon. I wanted to kill him but I can’t since the mate bond I stole disappear along with him, I couldn’t take the risk of losing what I have now so I just let him be and left with Vanessa.

"What he did was wrong. He knows it. He is lying in the dirt several miles south of here, I suspect, knowing it very specifically and waiting to see if you will give him the chance to begin addressing it." "And if I don't?" "Then you don't. You are not obligated. The bond is damaged — not broken, because a Silvermark bond cannot be fully broken by one rejection, it is too deeply set, but damaged. You could walk away from it. Build something else." She paused. "But I think you already know that walking away is not what you want. I think the more accurate question is whether you trust yourself to go back without losing what you found out here." I looked at my hands. They were steadier than the