True Bond Novels & Stories

"If I tell you everything, you promise not to hate me or leave?" "No, but you are still going to tell me." "I fucked up. I didn't know she would be connected to you or your mate." I had to close my eyes and focus on not shifting while he continued. I knew what was coming. "I contacted Bonnie Gilbert about finding me a mate. I wanted a powerful mate. I was even willing to mate a witch. I was feeling desperate it was the 10th anniversary of our parent's death. I was lonely and angry and a bit high. She said she had the perfect mate for me, a wolf with special abilities but she grew up human and didn't have control of her wolf. She encouraged me to just meet her casually that she would cast a s

I gave him a nod signaling him to tell mom the truth. "Mom. . . t-there's something I need to t-tell you," he shuddered. "What is it honey," she said looking puzzled. "You're gonna want to sit down," I said. She dropped her purse on the floor and came to sit next to me on the couch. "Well, I'm waiting," she said. "Uh, you remember Hailee right, Vanessa's friend?" he replied. "Yeah, what about her?" "Um, me and her. . .we've been having. . .s-sex," he muttered.

Juan laughs and decides to respond to my question. "Erm, luna, the mate bond is sacred. When one mate dies, the other might also die from the pain. The mate bond snaps and the pain the living mate feels is unbearable. The weaker ones cannot survive the snap of a mate bond. Even if it is caused by rejection." "Thanks, Juan. That was helpful. You are such a darling." I say the last part just to irk my possessive mate and it works like magic. A growl automatically tears through his that whilst he snarls the word;

He is worth a hundred of my own kind. One of those people who distrusted me the most and complained the loudest at first was his son James. Ironically, he ended up being my first love and is now my closest friend, something I thought I would never have. Kevin doesn't know about us and that's for the best. Neither James nor I want to complicate things. The three of us work at Kevin's artisan bakery and we live in a huge house together, Kevin out the back in a separate flat and us in the main house. Which I have to say is very convenient when either of us gets a little twitchy. We have sex because it's convenient and it's really good but we are friends because we realised early on that we

“Please?” The wind shifted. A low hum trembled through the air. The goddess stepped closer. “I cannot choose for you. But I will tell you this — when the time comes, you will not be chained. Not by him. Not by anyone.” Betty’s throat tightened. “You mean because of the mate bond?” she asked. The goddess didn’t answer. Not directly. “Even ancient chains break when faced with truth,” she said. “The rest will reveal itself.” And then, slowly, the dream began to fade. The silver winds died. The field dimmed.

He looked at me, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. "What kind of agreement? "Is it money or property? You've been pretending to be all high and mighty for so long, couldn't hold back any longer and had to ask for money?" I was accustomed to his sarcastic remarks, and besides, he wasn't entirely wrong; the essence of the agreement was indeed about money. "No problem, I can agree to what you want. The condition is that you apologize to Wendy."

Hands cupped faces, thumbs brushing cheeks, the chain shifting between them as they pressed closer. “You looked like you belonged again,” Damien whispered against his lips. “I do.” Martin kissed him quick — right there, where anyone could see, no hiding, no half-truths. “We both do.” The conflict that had defined them for so long — legacy vs love, hiding vs truth — finally settled into peace. The team walked past, some glancing, some smiling, the world shifting one public kiss at a time.

Their bond finally restored was not something forged by prophecy alone. It was forged by pain, healed by truth and strengthened by love. And blessed by the moon. 1623

“If you’re going to call the first shape back, do it before the beast reaches the outer channels. Once it tastes open land, you’ll be naming truth over a war instead of a chamber.” I drew one ragged breath and reached for Ty through every path between us—the mate-bond, the witness bond, the pain, the love, the damage, the terrible stubborn trust that had somehow survived all of it. He met me there immediately. No hesitation. No distance. Just a steadiness I could build words on.

Lucian’s hand is already there, flat on the table, and mine lands beside it, not touching, just near, the way we are near each other, always, without requiring contact to be present. “A fullbond,” I say. “The rarest kind,” Bowen says. “Documented in Ironveil’s history twice before. Both times between lines that had been apart for generations and reconnected.” He closes the book carefully. “It is why the rejection did not quiet it. It is why the bond persisted through everything. A fullbond cannot be severed by words in a clearing.” He pauses. “It can only be completed or carried.” “We are carrying it,” Lucian says.