The Bond Novels & Stories

The golden aura flared around him, illuminating the boardroom with an almost blinding intensity. Samuel’s eyes met his across the table, and Adrian saw more than power there. He saw rage, desire, longing, and absolute devotion, a promise that whatever this bond cost, they would endure together. The Secondary Bond was violent, primal, consuming, but it was also a declaration: together, they were unstoppable.

His gaze moved to Bea, who gave a fractional nod, and back to Ilyra. "You found us," he said. "The bond led me," she replied. "It's — easier to track from outside than most active bonds. It doesn't broadcast. It just exists." She paused. "That's unusual. Most anchored bonds still flare under stress. This one contains." "They've been practicing," Rafael said. "I know. I watched them learn." The room had gone quiet around this exchange in the way rooms did when something significant was being established in plain language. Ilyra was aware of eyes without turning to meet them. She kept her attention on Rafael because he was the decision-maker in this space and th

And then— He opened his eyes. Slowly. Theo stepped forward immediately. “What is it?” he asked. Capsin did not answer right away. He seemed to be choosing his words carefully, which in itself was enough to make Theo’s chest tighten slightly. Finally, Capsin spoke. “The bond is still there,” he said. Theo froze. For a fraction of a second, something like relief tried to surface. But Capsin continued before it could settle. “It is not broken.” The relief faded immediately. Theo’s voice dropped.

Issued simultaneously with the bond as a covenant of recognition. The Moon Goddess had protected the wolf in the same moment she gave the bond — not reacting to what the pack would do, but as part of the bond's original issuance. Her father had stood in the formal circle and called the bond an error. He had said it with certainty, to forty-one people. The Goddess, in the same breath she gave the bond, had issued a covenant of protection for the wolf that came with it. That was not the action of a deity correcting a mistake.

I was dying to see how much he had changed since the last time we were together. Keith was slouched against the window, looking bored. "What do you want?" I had been a mess of nerves for ages, but a few drinks gave me the guts to pull out my phone and flick to our old photos. I shoved the phone in his face. "Be with me for two months before your bonding ceremony. If you don't, these pictures will go viral." The photos were from when we were an item, all cuddles and kisses. However, Keith wasn't the slightest bit bothered.

She didn't acknowledge me, neither did she treat me right it was hell living in her house but I endured because of the pay. "Is it a family? I asked because I needed to be certain of what I will endure. "No, he's young and rich and also a billionaire, they need a cleaner. Just a cleaner, baby girl just go for it. You Know Rogers Adams? Como'n girl the CEO of Adams Estate company"

"But if finalizing the bond ensures your safety I’m ready to do whatever it requires." "Even if it ties my strength to you?" The dread slipped out before I could hold it back. "Even if it turns me..." "It won't turn you into something you're n't already," my father cut in. "That's Covenant propaganda. Finishing the bond doesn't take away your power or hands it over completely to your partner. It boosts the strength of both of you. Makes you more powerful, as a team." "Then what makes everyone continue stating..."

They needed to audit themselves before the auditor did. "The Sterling Cosmic Bond," Ben continued, projecting holographic prospectuses to every trader in the hall, "is backed by the full faith and credit of the Supernatural Ledger, the First Dreamer's passive reality-edit revenue stream, and the Absence's trust fund deposits. It offers a guaranteed return of three point seven percent per cosmic cycle, payable in stabilized dead-universe energy or equivalent Abyssal Merit credits." "What is the purpose of the bond?" a delegate of compressed twilight asked.

Though I could not see his full face beneath the mask, I could read him as if he stood inches from me. His lips curved into a smirk, slow and deliberate, amusement spilling from him like poison into the room. To him, this wasn’t an auction. It wasn’t even business. This was entertainment. A game. And every single person present was nothing more than a piece on his board. “One hundred million.” The words rolled off his tongue with careless ease, as though he were simply tossing away coins, not speaking a number that left others trembling. But the second bidder… he was different. He did not flinch. He did not blink. Surprisingly he doesn't disgust me.

"Created an abomination. A bond that should not exist." "The bond exists," Damon says coldly. "Blessed by the Moon Goddess. Anchored by our child. Permanent and unbreakable." "It's unnatural." "It's evolution." He takes my hand. "The old rules said choose one or die. We found a third option. Changed the rules. Survived." "You can't just change the rules." "We already did." His grip tightens. "The bond is complete. Stable. Permanent. You can rage against it all you want. Won't change reality."