The Bond Novels & Stories

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

Few hours later no sign of Conrad. Mr.Brown said, "I learned Conrad hasn't returned, why would you guys send him alone to the woods, we have to go look for him". Sage and everyone else grabbed a touch from their tent and they headed out in a group, they wanted to split, but Mr. Brown was against them splitting "We search together, keep a close eye and be careful ".They kept on looking for him calling his name, their voices were echoing in the woods, and Conrad was on the ground, his leg was bleeding and stuck in a trap, his shirt torn, and he screamed" I'm over here" after hearing the group call out his name, the group traced his voice and finally they found him, everyone was shocked except

“Oh. They’ve been here the whole time.” Tae Min smirked. “See?” “Yeah, yeah. Let’s just play.” Haru inserted the tokens, and the machine whirred to life. Seven basketballs rolled forward into place. “Here they are!” Haru said excitedly. “How many?” “Seven.” “Then you take four,” Tae Min said. “I’ll take three.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah.” Haru grinned. “You shoot first.” “Why me?” “Because you’re good at shooting things.”

The trajectory showing a direction I had not fully thought toward. "Does the bond hold," I said. "At the end of the trajectory. Is the bond still there." She looked at me for a long moment. "Yes," she said. "The bond is present in the trajectory throughout. It is." She paused. "It is larger at the end than now. Not diminished. Larger." She paused again. "As if the function developing and the bond anchor developing are the same process." I felt the bond. Warm and present from inside the building. Dante somewhere in the estate doing the

Anything to help the cause. "Bonding is a promise made in present about futures you hope to build," Mum said, when I told her. "For those with individual consciousness, that promise is choice. Choice to love specifically, to commit personally, to build partnership while maintaining self. I would be honored to finally bond Cade and Sienna publicly."

"No matter what you do to him. No matter how much you take. The bond between us is real. It existed before you touched him and it will exist after I destroy everything you have built." "The bond." Morgessa laughed, a soft, musical sound that echoed off the curved walls. "You cling to that word like it means something. Like it makes you special. But do you know what a bond really is, Rielle? It is biology. Chemistry. A set of hormones and instincts designed to ensure reproduction. There is nothing sacred about it. Nothing that cannot be... redirected." She raised her hand, and the air in the chamber shifted.

I sa‍id flatly. "⁠Even‌t​ually. Yes." Caelan didn't​ look away​. Didn't soften it. "The b‍ond requ‌ires it. Multiple connections.⁠ Multiple anc‍hors. It'‍s ho‌w Luna bonds work.‌" "I n​ee⁠d specifics. What exactly are you as‍king me to do?​"

I had to bond with a clan of men I barely knew to make sure my sister wouldn’t go through what I had endured. All because of that cursed primacy contract, where my virginity had been sold like a luxury commodity. I sat up in bed, my chest aching from the inside. That’s when I noticed the blinking light on the digital answering machine. —“Play message,” I ordered, my voice hoarse. The voice of the bonding program supervisor filled the room, as cold and impersonal as a bank recording. —“Natalia, sorry for the late hour. I know you're asleep, but I needed to inform you that, due to an unforeseen issue, we've agreed with your parents that

The bond pulsed—a gentle, approving rhythm. Brian squeezed his hand. ❄️ “You always forget that you started it. You gave them the tools. The rest… they do themselves.” Alex leaned back, closing his eyes for a moment. “It’s beautiful.” ❄️ “And it’s permanent?” Brian asked. Alex smiled, opening his eyes. “Not permanent in a rigid way. But sustainable. That’s better.” The bond hummed softly. Alex had learned to hear it not as a warning or a call to arms, but as a companion, steady and constant.

“Chloe, what are you standing there for? It’s time for the bond.” Bond? Great. I had actually returned to the day of bonding with Marty, the white dragon. “Father, I—” However, before I could finish, Leigh and Marty dropped to their knees, hand in hand. “Chief,” Marty said, “although I am the spirit beast of two maidens, my heart belongs only to Leigh. Let me bond with her, please.” At his words, the entire Rain Clan gasped.