These Twisted Bonds Novels & Stories

"I've missed this feeling" She closes her eyes and seems to be savoring the moment of feeling life inside her. The small kicks of life letting her know they are there and hopefully thriving. She whispers so only I can hear the lives inside. "I'm going to enjoy watching you grow up, little ones". She turns back to me before asking a question. "Do you understand how bonds work, my Conrad?" I'm flustered for a moment, feeling like I am being quizzed by a teacher. "Errmm.... yes. All werewolves' bonds are formed through soul links. The greater the tether to the soul, the greater the link".

Adrian’s roar joined the chant, though his voice trembled with pain. The sky above convulsed, bruised purples and swirling indigos painting the heavens as the energy of the bond flared. The "Death Bond," the twisted counterpart to the Soul-Bond, began to wither, visible as dark, thorned tendrils retracting from their joined forms. With each pulse, Adrian’s body stiffened, his regal composure dissolving into spasms of agony. "No… this cannot—" His words were strangled by a scream as Samuel drove the final wave of the rite through the bond. The world around them seemed to tear, the ground beneath cracking with spectral fissures. The pack instinctively fell to their knees or shielded their eyes

To vaporize it as though it’s a cancer and I’m radiation. “No…” I shake my head, tears blinding me, my entire body trembling. “Not me… You don’t get me… She belongs to me, and you don’t get her either.” I anchor myself in her. Feeling her pulse in my own, her pain in my pain, her sadness in my heart. The twin bond is reuniting us in a way that hasn’t existed since we were forming in the womb. Two become one. Shielding us both from this evil entity. Bound by a need, a mutual love to protect one another in our own way. “I’ve got you…” I whisper, voice raw, tearing up as I filter words between the lines of the incantation. “I’m not letting it take you… I’m not letting it take me either…”

he said. The twins exchanged a glance, and then both complied. Their movements were calm, unhurried, and confident. The exact opposite of Serena's growing tension. I folded my arms quietly. Part of me wanted to look Part of me wanted this entire spectacle finished. Another part of me needed to see it through needed the truth spoken publicly after being ignored privately for so many years. The elder stood before them. "Second-chance bonds are rare " he began. "However they are not invisible they leave traces."

"But if she chooses to invoke it, the Council would be legally obligated to recognize it." Dr. Chen had been quiet through all of this. I looked at her. She met my eyes with the expression of someone who has been sitting with their medical perspective on a supernatural legal situation and has found the intersection of those two things professionally unprecedented. "From a physiological standpoint," she said carefully, "dual bonds create sustained stress on the primary bond holders. Both of them." She looked at Kael. "Two active bonds pulling simultaneously — it's not a static condition. It will intensify over time as both bonds seek resolution. The longer it remains unresolved, the more —" S

Of Kieran’s hands on the railing, warm and shaking slightly as he’d said, I thought I lost you. They were both mine, my mates, bound to me by threads older than any magic. Yet here we were, three hearts pulled in different directions by something darker than love. I wanted to believe we could fix it. I wanted to believe I could fix them. But what if the bond itself was the thing tearing us apart? I closed my eyes and let my wolf surface just enough to feel. The bond shimmered faintly inside me pulsing at different rhythms. They were twins, but their energy could never be more different. And I was the bridge between them, the one thing they shared that neither could bear to lose.

She didn’t expect it perhaps. I drew closer to her, and gave her the torch. Then, I bent down a little for her to fall on my arms. She did. I lifted her with quite an amount of strength. Her weight was significant. She held the torchlight with her right hand, and her left hand was around my neck. Her left titty pressed against my chest. It was pleasantly soft. The feeling from that friction was awesome, but I didn’t allow it to interrupt my concentration. The current was turbulent, and the ground was slippery so loosing my concentration would result in something unimaginably bad.

he had in hush tones while standing three feet away from me, and broke eye contact with me and slowly looked down at my left foot that was close to a small shrub. my boot was ever so slightly touching the very thin wire, my eyes quickly followed the wire until my eyes met a tranq dart just waiting to be triggered, and right above my head was a net. i slowly backed up until my back met bodaway’s palm. he brought that hand to my shoulder and squeezed it. “we need to talk, but not here.” “Not safe.” - “are you still going to fuss and worry over me when the twins come, or are you going to forget about me?” she was holding up paint samples and closing one eye, furthering her imagination of what t

Werewolves have this amazing ability to attract all the attention around them when they wanted it, and the older, more experienced ones could blend in like they were invisible if they needed to too. He took my hand and led me over to one of the few couches where we sat and talked for a while. The talking quickly turned into flirting and when he finished his beer, we went to the dance floor again. He definitely knew how to dance. He was sweet and irresistible. I never wanted to take my hands off of him. He was playing his cards right to take me home tonight and we both knew it.

The word felt like ash on my tongue, reminding me of Henry’s promises, of the Summers’ betrayals, of everything i had lost. I turned away, pacing around the living room. My mind was now a storm. A part of me wanted to scream that i’d rather rot on the streets than bind myself to a man who saw me as a contract. Another part was quiet but persistent, and whispered that he was offering me the only lifeline i had left.