These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

But there was no time to grieve. Because the Reclamation had shifted. His gaze ancient, cold, furious landed on the twins. Rowan and Elara stood hand in hand, golden light bleeding from their skin. Their bond pulsed like a drumbeat steady, bright, defiant. But it trembled now, as the ground beneath them cracked, signaling what the Reclamation intended. **“The bond,”** he said, voice like collapsing mountains, **“must be broken. Only then can balance be restored.”** “No!” Kael roared, surging to his feet.

It felt like a brand. “The True Bond is the fusion of two spirits into a single pack-unit,” the text began. “Upon the Great Claiming—the bite—the souls of the pair are knotted. From that moment, the pair shares a sensory bridge. A wolf will know the heartbeat of their mate as clearly as their own. They will feel the direction of their mate’s soul, a physical tug in the center of the chest that acts as a compass. To be separated is to feel a limb has been torn away. The distance does not matter; the tether is unbreakable.” I was pretty sure I couldn't find Eilis like that even if my life depended on it, but it wouldn't hurt to try.

In his office, Elder Thorne pulls out his research books and starts flipping through pages frantically. "The bond is evolving," he says. "Despite the rejection, despite the curse, it's growing stronger. Connecting you more deeply." "But that doesn't make sense. How can it grow stronger when it's damaged?" "Because underneath the curse, the true mate bond is trying to complete itself. It's fighting against the dark magic, trying to establish the connection it's meant to have." He finds a page and shows it to me—a diagram of two wolves connected by threads. "See these? These are bond connections. Emotional, physical, mental. A rejected bond should have most of these threads severed. But yours.

Now he was caught by The Mother—by Seraphina—our own mother. "It's Orion," I managed to say between ragged breaths. "He's calling for me." Elias helped me to a nearby chair. We were in the war camp, maps spread across the table showing The Mother's path of destruction. Alpha Reina and the others watched me with wary eyes. "What do you mean 'calling for you'?" Viktor asked, his eyes narrowing. "Mind links only work within packs." "Twin bonds are different," I said, pressing my fingers to my temples. "Orion and I have been connected since birth, even if we didn't know it."

For some strange reason, my stomach churned but I pushed it aside as I flipped through quickly, scanning and searching for anything that felt familiar. Bonding rituals, hierarchy structures, and even claiming. My breath slowed, then hitched as I found it. A passage, just tucked at the corner, held a title “Rare cases of Dual Tethering” and I stilled. My eyes moved slower now, taking in each word more carefully. The words ‘unstable, often suppressed or corrected’ stared back at me as my fingers tightened against the page. Corrected? What did they mean by that? A second reference appeared further down. This one was more fragmented, and less detailed, but I read through either way.

Aria's POV The warehouse shook every time Dimitri and Kieran stood too close to me. Not metaphorically – reality literally trembled, uncertain how to process two mate bonds existing in the same space. "This is getting worse," James observed, watching his instruments go haywire. "The conflicting bonds are creating dimensional tears. Small ones now, but growing." I sat between them, feeling both bonds pull at my soul. The chosen bond with Dimitri, renewed each dawn, pulsing with wild wolf energy. The dissolved but lingering connection to Kieran, darker, edged with void-touched power.

The words twisted through her, and I felt her buckle, the bond proving how my confession drove her faster toward the edge. But I did not stop. Even as she trembled in my arms, I dragged her down onto me again, my hips relentless, demanding another peak from her ruined body. She writhed, sobbing, her cries dissolving into broken moans as the bond forced every sensation back into me. Her nails carved fresh trails down my arms, clawing to the bone as if pain was the only anchor she had left. I kissed her shoulder again, open‑mouthed this time, and felt her seize, another climax tearing through her as her eyes rolled back.

“Just like her.” His fingers withdraw. A small sound of protest escapes me. Ignoring it, he rises and reaches toward the side table for a length of soft black rope. My wrists are bound together above my head and secured to the back of the couch. The position arches my back and lifts my breasts. My nipples point upward, aching for attention.

However, she doesn't know how to explain what happened to them any better than we do. It doesn't take long for us to all dig into the books to find the cause of the broken bond. I was reading a book on the twin bond, but nothing explained how you could sever such a bond. Mostly, it says it's one of the strongest bonds out there, other than a mate bond. Even when a twin finds their mate, the bond is still present and they can feel each other's emotions and sometimes their thoughts. Surprisingly it's Phoebe who finds the solution. "It's caused by a witch," she states growling, holding up a book on hexes. Well, I guess that does make sense.

Why would I ever want to be in the same vicinity as them again? “Erin” “Erin?” Rowan raised his voice, the green of his eyes appearing golden underneath the ceiling lights. “Are you alright?” I bunched the material of my dress, feeling my hands twitch. “Umm…is it really necessary? I mean, they will be present during the announcement anyway.” The twins shared a look, doing that creepy communication thing again, which made me feel unsettled. Why could I not read them? Maybe if I had their bond mark on my neck, it would have been easier.