These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

I scoped the area to only see the two girls, I didn't know what the fuck their names were but I knew they were twins and I knew they were friends with her. As they walked past me, I stopped them. "Where's Isabella?" I asked, watching as they looked at each other before they looked at me. "We don't know" they both said in unison. This was some twin telepathy shit and I didn't fuck with that. "I'm pretty sure you do. Where the fuck is she?" I asked once again feeling even more angry. I hated repeating myself. "She just left. Don't bother looking for her." One of them said before they walked away.

Well, I know his name now, I think to myself. "I know a little about angels, but I know more about witches. The witch is using the bond that is created between them to cause pain, but I take it that they are not marked yet, am I correct?" He says while looking toward Luca and me. I simply give them a shake of my head no.

CHAPTER 2:SO DARK AND BROODING *SOPHIA* "This is one sexy little bitch"A huge man hovered above me while two others tied up my hands. They had taken me to the other part of the alley and I was scared as hell. "Bones, don't you think we should get outta here,you heard the gunshots, right?"One of the men asked. Bones? The name was just as twisted as he looked. "C'mon... nothing serious might've happened.It might just be some few assholes testing out their weapons.Are you willing to let this bitch go for some fucking noise?"Bones asked.

That I’d never stop until those who ruined us paid. That vow was the only thing keeping me upright now. And the bond. Damn the bond. Even here, weak and half-dead, I could feel it tugging at me. Warm, persistent, as if the twins’ presence pressed at the edges of my mind. I hated it. I hated how it pulled me toward them when I should have been cursing their names. “Rael. Kael,” I whispered, the sound breaking apart in my throat. I didn’t know if I said their names out of anger or desperation. Maybe both.

Sharon watched Davis watching and tightened her hand on E than defensively, warning him. Davis turned aside, trying to push the thought away. It couldn't be. could it ?

he nodded toward the twins, “through the mate‑bond.” My stomach twisted. “But,” he added, “it wasn’t just punishment. It was… adaptation.” “Adaptation,” I repeated. “That sounds like something parasites do.” He almost smiled despite himself. “Curses aren’t so different,” he said. “They find structures. They latch on. They change shape to survive.” The seer opened her milky eyes. “It has woven your bonds into its own pattern,” she said. “Crude, for now. But enough that when it surges, it doesn’t just break you. It rattles them, too.”

‘Lu, I need you,’ I called out. I could feel him tug on the twin-bond to follow it to me. Twins were connected through a bond, similar to the mate-bond, but it was simply just a tether. We could feel each other’s emotions if they were extremely strong, but that was about it. The tether helped guide us to each other.

It was colder in the tunnel than I had anticipated. Narrow, twisting, filled with inscriptions and Latin prayers half-erased by moss. But as we ventured deeper, the walls began to change. Symbols emerged. Not religious ones. Branded. Burned. Salvage marks. Nikolai muttered, “They mapped their power through the bones of the city.” After about an hour, Ambrose came to a halt. “Here,” he said. “This door leads to the transfer station.” “What transfer station?” I asked, confused.

“Need your bites. Need the bond.” Jax leaned in, teeth scraping the curve where her neck met shoulder. “Here?” “Yes—” He bit down. Hard. Blood welled, copper and salt flooding the air. Sarah shattered again, pussy and ass clenching in tandem, dragging a roar from Ryder as he knotted her ass, come jetting deep. I felt the bond snap into place—golden, unbreakable. Jax’s followed, then Ryder’s, threads weaving through my chest until I couldn’t tell where I ended and they began.

"True dual bonding has not occurred in any recorded case that I am aware of. There are legends and myths but nothing has been documented." "Can it be undone?" Zane asked, always practical even in crisis. "I don't know. Maybe with the right techniques and enough time," Dr. Lorett admitted reluctantly. "But attempting to break one bond might damage both of them irreparably. The connections are intertwined in ways I have never seen before." "So she is stuck bonded to both of us permanently?" I tried to process this new reality, tried to understand what it meant for all three of us. "Unless we find a Weaver expert who understands bond manipulation better than I do, then yes," Dr. Lorett confirme