Twisted Bonds Read Online Novels & Stories

The cover read Bonds of the Old Packs in tarnished gold lettering, the leather cracked with age, spine barely holding together. Tristan set it on the desk and flipped through brittle pages, scanning too fast for me to keep up, until he stopped on a page marked with a faded illustration — three wolves circling a single figure, their heads bowed toward her like an offering. "Triple bonds." He read aloud, voice low, almost reverent despite himself. "Recorded only a handful of times across pack history. Considered myth by most modern packs, dismissed as corrupted record-keeping or exaggeration." I leaned closer, scanning the faded text myself, the old ink barely legible in places where the page

It was covered in mud, and I wasn't sure if it still worked. I picked it up and hid it in my pocket, quietly slipping into the house. Strangely enough, it was completely quiet inside. These two houses were built exactly the same way. I headed to the kitchen, grabbed a sharp knife, cut some wires, and reconnected the broken circuit inside the walkie-talkie. I could get it to work for just a moment. I pressed a few buttons at random, and, incredibly, I heard someone's voice. "Lone Wolf, do you copy? Lone Wolf, respond! I repeat, respond!"

bodaway tells ganesh before i had the chance to. the room started to spin more, and more. my eyesight is blurry. i still felt weak. “kol, you still have high traces of wolfbane in your body, we will talk when you’re well. you’re in good hands with ganesh.” i felt bodaway squeeze my shoulder slightly before i heard him and his cane exist the cabin-like structure i was in. i saw ganesh bring out feathers and started gently brushing my skin with it. “taking the toxin energy out of your blood.” he says softly before he starts to chant. my eyelids close and my whole body becomes numb.

"You better not run off!" I ignore it, thinking about all the different ways I could escape. Run down the street and beg the first person I see to come to my rescue. Hop on a bus and hope I don't have to pay the fair. Collapse at the feet of the cops and plead my case. Maybe they'd ever take pity on me—this rental car place is clearly some kind of scam. "All right now, we're all set," the tow guy says, coming over with a clipboard. "Like I said, that'll be two-fifty, plus the unloading f*e, so we're looking at closer to three twenty-five—"

On the other hand, Jaime leaned forward, his gaze locked on Andres, knowing exactly what those words meant. Celia’s lips parted, confusion and disbelief warring in her eyes. She had sold her three percent to Andres, even though she was angry with him for what he had done to her daughter — because he had promised to make everything right. Jaime had sold him four percent, keeping only one. Together, Andres had quietly built his stake, piece by piece, until the balance of power shifted. Still, she didn't think it would be enough. The room fell into stunned silence. Santino’s eyes darted between them, confusion etched across his face. He had no idea Andres had been buying shares in secret. Ainar

I curse the day I got a loan from him. "Hey Bob", he said walking towards me in his bossy tone and stopping right in front of me, just to hold my chin in his hand. I shook and fell to my knees immediately. I cannot escape now. All I have to do now is beg! Even though, I know the probability of him letting me go is ten to ninety percent. "Please- Please spare me. Just this once, please", I said as I clasped my hands together and his alluring and irritating laugh echoed around the room. * * *

Her lips curved in that mischievous half-smile that always made Imani’s stomach tighten and her chest warm. Imani swallowed hard, heat blooming low in her chest. She let her fingers curl lightly around Zariah’s, tugging her just a fraction closer, feeling the soft weight of her body and the teasing brush of her fingers. Every second felt magnified. The quiet intimacy, the knowledge that they were alone, made her shiver.

Liam narrowed his gaze down at the page and read it out loud. “Vinculum duplex...The Double Bond?” I nodded my head. “According to that book, ‘The Double Bond’ is the phenomenon of having a double-mating bond with two wolves. It’s rare. But it’s possible.” I gave Liam a chance to really read through the text while I tried to find a way to break the unsettling news to him, regarding our unfortunate family ties. From what I could only assume, Liam was not pleased with this revelation, nor did I expect him to be.

The section on bonds and magical theory was in the eastern corner, partially hidden behind a massive celestial globe that mapped the night sky from centuries ago. I flipped through old scrolls about bonds, about magical rebound, about severing rituals. The parchment crackled beneath my fingers, delicate with age. Some of the texts were written in languages I couldn't read, their angular script curving like claw marks across the page. Others contained diagrams of wolves with glowing threads connecting them, diagrams of broken bonds bleeding silver and gold. Hours passed as I searched, the light changing as the sun climbed higher, then began its descent. My eyes burned. My back ached from hunc

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