These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

He eyes me from top to toe. Was there any need to remind me that I am so unlucky and about to be his second wife! A slow romantic the tune starts to play in the background where Aspen places his hands on my bareback and pulls me closer to him. Now our bodies are so close that I can literally feel his hard chest. With the music, we start to move in rhythm. Slowly Aspen s hand moves a little upward toward the thread tying my blouse. In an instinct, I try to move away from him but being weak; I was pulled closer towards him. Now our faces are also so close with our breath mingling. This feels so hypnotizing.1

Each drink sending waves of dark pleasure through me. Erebus's divine energy connected us all. Weaving the four bonds together. Creating something unprecedented. "That's it," Kai groaned. Moving inside me. "Let the bonds merge." Power exploded. Silver. Gold. Red. Black. All mixing. Swirling. Becoming one. I screamed. Not from pain. From pleasure so intense it bordered on agony. "We've got you," Damon said. His voice in my ear. "We'll never let you fall." The bonds wove tighter. Four becoming one. Creating a connection stronger than anything that had ever existed.

KILLIAN. “Get the children away from this corridor!” I shouted as the first of Hawthorne's broken bonds snapped around me, and the underground compound erupted into chaos before Rowan could answer. I felt the connections breaking through my Alpha instincts, but they were nothing like the bond I carried with Crescent Moon. A natural pack bond held hundreds of individual wolves together without erasing the scents beneath it. Hawthorne's connections were twisted things built from forced submission, blood debts, fear, and Alpha commands repeated until frightened wolves mistook obedience for loyalty.

It has always been there, even before we knew what it was. Cael presses his forehead to mine because the tunnel is too small to move. His breath is hot on my face because he is close. The blood on our hands is sticky between us because we are still holding on. The voice comes back and says, “A twin bond cannot break,” and the words land inside my head, not my ears. It says, “It can only be transferred,” because that is the old law, and “One heart must carry it alone,” because two hearts will burn out by the full moon.

I moved away and then, more white shirts and more white shirts and finally casual wear, then different coats. I continued walking and there were different types of designer shoes in this one. I moved away from all the compartments and my waist hit something solid. I turned around and saw that it was a rectangular-shaped glass table. It was split into two parts. One could see the contents from outside. One part contained more designer watches and the other part, different shades of suit ties in which some were just plain while some were. had designs on them. The question came again Who exactly was this man? I moved back to the door and turned around to take it all in.

“Wait, no. He helped, but first there was… someone else.” “Someone important to you?” “No, I don’t know him, but I feel this… connection to him.” “Interesting. Can you describe the connection?” “It’s like… I think… I don’t know,” I sigh. “That’s okay. Let’s discuss the other tethers you see. What do they look like?” “They’re similar to bonds, but different, weaker… not solid. They vary in colour, and they move, reaching out and drawing in surrounding people. What do the different colours mean?”

Just a symbol burned into the cover—two intersecting blades. Kael’s pulse quickened. Slowly, he pulled it free. And opened it. The pages were filled with faded script, but one phrase stood out immediately: “Twin Bonds of Power.” Kael’s breath stilled. As he read, the words seemed to sink into him, heavy with meaning. A rare phenomenon… two individuals whose energies intertwine… not as rivals, but as mirrors… His grip tightened on the book. When awakened, the bond can amplify strength beyond limits… or destroy both completely.

I scratched her neck, trying not to melt at how cute she was… despite being able to swallow someone’s arm. I sighed as I looked at the twins, walking ahead, perfectly in sync even while hating each other. They were beautiful in that annoying, arrogant, lethal way, built like predators sculpted by gods, marking the path like they owned every inch of the world. Part of me wondered… if I accepted the bond, if I let it lock fully into place, would they stop? Would they quit trying to tear each other’s throats out? Would the bond force harmony? Then I snorted out loud.

Ophelia A wave of nausea hit me at the sight. My fingers trembled, and not from the Dark Matter withdrawal. Dark Bonds weren’t well known. In most packs they were nothing more than twisted folklore, legends of darkness and slavery. Even now, I had no clue how Alpha Hunter knew about them. I had thought it was an infected mate bond until he told me the truth that terrible day. I quickly devoured the text, latching onto the bits of history that detailed the festering mark on my wrist.

“For once, not guilty.” Professor Valewyn continued. “We’ll be discussing Starwoven Bonds.” My heart actually skipped. “Starwoven bonds,” she said, pacing slowly, “are extremely rare, ancient soul connections. Gifted only to the most powerful godbloods. These bonds are not chosen. They are ordained.” My pen flew. “You’ll feel it before you understand it,” she continued. “A pull. A weight in your chest. A hunger that gnaws at your thoughts. You’ll lose sleep. You’ll go mad. And it won’t stop until you seal the bond.”