These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

He trails a finger along the outside of my arm and it tingles, not unlike the feeling I get from my mate bond to Sly. "Thorne," my voice is shaking. "What are you doing?" "There is nothing like the connection between two witches, Apple,” Thorne traces my jawline, slowly moving lower to where Sly’s mark rests on the hollow of my neck. “We feed power to one another, through one another. It's why we search so long and hard for that special person to bond with." His gaze is rueful, and melancholy as he moves to see my face. My lips are trembling. I don't know how to feel. Nothing makes sense. What is happening?

I leaned forward. “What does that mean?” “You’re a king. You should understand.” “I understand war.” “No.” His eyes hardened. “You understand fighting. Crispin understands why people fight.” “Then explain it.” The soldier took a slow breath. “Bonds.” I waited. “Every pack has them. Mates. Blood ties. Alpha links. Territory bonds. They connect people whether they want it or not.” “And?” “And every bond is another weakness.” Tavish folded his arms.

"Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—" I want to scream. More money that I don't have. The tow guy's talking to me and the Rental Twerp stands in the doorway glaring with his hands on his hips, and I'm on the edge of panic, trying not to lose my freaking mind, with both of them sniping at me and at each other, and there's no escaping this. I'm screwed. Christopher's going to catch me. Except I know there's one way out, and it's sitting in my pocket.

Keon's POV: Two bonds. Two different, living functional bonds. That was the real problem. Not Winter’s silence. Not Derrick. Not Winter’s confusion or the way the pack looks at her like she’s a bomb about to go off. It’s the bonds. Two of them, pulling Winter in different directions, existing where there should only ever be one. It doesn’t make any sense. I’ve gone through all the ancient books and texts over a hundred times by now. A bond ties two souls–wolves, for as long as they live. Unless it’s rejected. Bonds don’t overlap.

“It can't understand us! It can’t break us if we won't be quiet!” Kieran pressed his mouth to mine. His breath was fast. “Kaia… it’s trying to twist the bond! It’s making me see everything I lost… and it wants me to give it all away just to live!” “Then let it see all of us!” I cried. “Every mistake, every night we thought we were nothing! Let it drown in the dark. It will not touch you alone!” The light pulsed and the circle shook. Stones cracked under the weight. I felt the threads inside me shiver. I realized then: the bond wasn’t just holding anymore. It was fighting back.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

How will I not do it again? "Duh, who wants to suffer like that of course if it is me I don't like that would happen again besides I don't know why did I suddenly feel like that. I felt like I am tortured and dying slowly, why in world did that happen anyway?" Like I'm suffering from an unknown illness. "You understand what mate means right?" Dustin ask. "Yeah, I guess why?" That is a bond between two wolves. "If a werewolf find its mate and the other one didn't accept the bond and mark others as their mate the real mate suffers a lot" he explained.

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Awoooooooooo! I'm a fairy and he is a werewolf, loving each other is a big mistake. What we have is a twisted fate.

she lied. Ryan gave her a small, sad smile. "You should be." --- Far below them, deep in the mansion’s stone bowels, Mason writhed against the restraints cutting into his wrists. The room was cold and damp, the air heavy with mildew and old blood. But Mason barely noticed. His mind was racing too fast. Plotting. Scheming. Planning his revenge. He wasn’t finished. Not by a long shot. His lips twisted into a snarl as he strained against the handcuffs, feeling them bite into his skin.