The Bound And The Broken Reading Order Novels & Stories

The older texts were further into the library while the newer ones were closer to the entrance. I found a book on mating that looked to be very old so I settled in a chair and began to flip through the pages. The beginning was most of what I already knew but I saw something that caught my eye. It wasn’t what I was looking for but it was something about bond manipulation where you could use your mate bond into manipulating your partner. It sounded evil and dangerous so I quickly flipped past it. I didn’t see anything about bonds that were not completely broken and I couldn’t help but get frustrated. I slammed the book harder than I should have and buried my head in my hands. My wolf had been

My kn⁠ees hit the cold cobblestones with a s‌⁠ickening crack as the‌ dea‍dly toxi⁠n fl‍oo‍ded my c⁠en⁠tral ne⁠rvous s⁠y‍s⁠tem‍. And the⁠n, deep inside⁠ my mind, where the warm, glowi⁠n⁠g, elect⁠ric thread⁠‌ of t‌he m‌at⁠e-bond c‍onnected my s⁠⁠oul‌ to Rhe⁠a’s... SNAP. T‍he bond didn't just break. It⁠ shat‍te‌red into a milli⁠on bur‍ning shards.

“It hurts… it hurts… make it stop…” The woman crouched beside me. “The Blood Oath never truly dies, my dear. It only waits for the one with the mark.” I gritted my teeth. My hands dug into the soil beneath me, knuckles pale. The woman’s face started to flicker...like a glitch. It felt like... like a televion screen that had fault. Like a broken screen, her features twisted, faving some sort of pixel. Then her image returned a little clearer now.

' 'That heartless woman! She had used this method to take revenge on me. On top of the divorce agreement was a folded medical report. My hands trembled violently with rage, barely able to hold the thin sheet of paper. It was a miscarriage report. "No... It can’t be..." I muttered to myself, feeling the world spin around me. I tried to reach out to Jessica telepathically, but it was as if an invisible wall kept us apart. It was impenetrable. Jessica had completely severed our connection.

"Akai Ito An invisible thread connects those who are destined to meet... Regardless of time, place or circumstance.... The thread can stretch or tangle, but it will never break." - Ancient Chinese belief. *** Prologue - Sofia Adams As long as I can remember they have always been there. Ethan Hernandez was my neighbor on the left, Nick Williams on the right. We grew up practically together. Each two years apart. Ethan was two when Nick was born and Nick was two when I was born. Which made Ethan and me four years apart. It wasn't much.

I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention. But I didn't, I was blinded by love and the thing us werewolves cherish most, a bond. The bond pulls two individuals together and locks their fate. The bond that traps us werewolves, and the bond that's impossible to break without pain and heartbreak. The mate bond a gift from the moon goddess herself, and look where it's left me, in a room filled with spells that no one could break, no one but the grand witch herself. I tried using my wolf, Hayden, but he isn't strong enough to break the spell or the chains I've been

My pulse stuttered as I read aloud, whispering each line: “When wolf and witch unite in forbidden breath, one born of both moons shall rise. Bound by blood, marked by flame, to bridge peace or burn every line.” My hands trembled. I flipped to the margin, there were notes scrawled there, older, not my mother’s. One born of both moons. The bond cannot be denied. If broken, war is eternal. I didn’t hear Damon come in. I only felt the air shift, that low hum of his presence pressing against my back. “What are you reading?” he asked quietly. I jumped, snapping the book closed. “Nothing.” He stepped closer. “Don’t lie to me, Ivy.”

The request was straightforward, but it created a wave of tension in the atmosphere. Vivian's body became stiff. Her wolf stirred, ears lowering in quiet dissent. A lengthy pause occurred before she finally spoke, her tone soft yet laced with caution. "Do you know," she stated, calm and composed, "that I am bonded to the Alpha of this pack?" The breeze conveyed her words to him, a provocation, a limit set in the illuminated night. Lancelot smiled knowingly, his lips curling. "I know," he whispered, his tone calming, enigmatic. His golden gaze locked onto hers with subtle intensity. "It's merely a friendly goodnight hug, Vivian." "Nothing else."

While his body was ripped into pieces and no place in the library was free of blood. "Mike." I said barely above a whisper while tears kept on falling from eyes. My whole world had shattered into pieces and dust. *** Keep reading the book for more awaited fun especially in the next chapter. Love, EemanFaisal25

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”