Unbreakable Bond Tattoos Novels & Stories

There isn’t a day that passes where I don’t wish I didn’t. Mr. Diaz sips from his glass, licking his lips after he swallows. “I’ve never known anyone who didn’t seal their fated bond, so I don’t know how that works or if you can ever get it back. But a chosen bond can still be strong.” Nessa’s mom nods her agreement. “With the foundation of the fated bond, I’m sure yours would be stronger than most.” “We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it,” Nessa sighs, rubbing her thumb against the side of my hand and looking up at me hopefully. “Right?”

She stated. “Which are?” “That your mate bond is unique and really, really strong. Perhaps you share a golden bond with her.” “That means that even if we reject each other, the rejection won’t happen.” “Yeah, that’s what we know of the golden bonds. They are extremely rare, but unbreakable.”

His fingers found mine, holding on as though I might disappear if he loosened his grip. “We’re bound now,” he whispered, his voice rough with tenderness. “A blood bond… our souls entwined. No force in this world or the next can take you from me.” I touched the faint tattoo glowing on his back; warm, alive, like a heartbeat. “Kael…” “Don’t be afraid,” he said. “That’s you. It means I’m yours.” I smiled, tears pricked my eyes. ““Then I’m yours too,” I whispered. “Completely.”

Her behavior doesn’t add up, her actions slipping further and further from the Gaia I thought I knew. Her sleeve slips again, revealing the mark on her ribs. My breath catches. It’s a mate mark, unmistakable. I know enough about fated bonds to understand what it means. A mate bond, once marked, is nearly unbreakable. Rejection after marking is rare, and when it happens, the pain is said to be unbearable. Death is often the only escape. Neither Gaia nor Braden are dead, which means their bond—however fractured—still exists. I swallow my heart pounding a little harder as the truth sinks deep into my bones. All this time they have been bonded.

Heath agreed, exhausted emotionally beyond coherent conversation. Rhett, however, seemed to have finally discovered words. “Sometimes I feel like we’re broken,” he admitted, his eyes on the windscreen. “The Triquetra. That what we were has been damaged, our bond doesn’t feel… right anymore. Do you think it’s possible for a bond to just fade away? I mean, we haven’t claimed each other in front of the goddess, under the full moon. We haven’t marked each other. Is it possible that the bond could just…” “Atrophy?” Heath suggested, because that was how it felt to him too.

“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.

Clara's lips pressed into a thin line. "Once you drink the bond-masking potion, the mate bond can never be broken. Not in this lifetime." The car fell into a silence as absolute as death. "The Tears of the Moon Goddess won't work on you," I said. "Standard severance rituals won't work either. The potion permanently locks the bond. You and I are bound together for the rest of our lives."

The Elders summoned us. I showed up immediately. In front of the Council, the mate bond was broken—clean and final. I rested a hand over my still-flat belly. Exhaled. That same day, Jack posted a proposal video to Alice. She dropped a comment: [Thank you, time. Ten years of waiting, and now we've reached the peak of happiness!] The internet ate it up. 'True love triumphs.' Disgusting. I wondered if, when they stood before the Moon Priest and swore eternity, those vows would sting.

She probably wouldn't have gone as far as severing the mate bond if there had been anything worth fighting over. After the call, Kaden slipped into deep despair. His mind flew back to her haunting words. "I will walk away and never come back if you ever betray our mate bond." At the time, Kaden had merely uttered with a smile, "You can run, but you can never hide from me. I have the power to shut down the entire territory, and that includes every human airport and train station. So long as you walk this earth as Seraphina, I will never let you leave me."

I moaned into him, fingers tangling desperately in his thick hair as my body melted under their dominance. Zane stood before us, calmly unbuttoning his crisp black shirt. Though usually the most composed, the sight of the *triple bond* tattoo on my chest glowing bright gold from Hunter and Seth’s touch made his breathing grow ragged. Through our perfectly synced soul bond, he felt every pulse of desire and pleasure coursing through me. Zane dropped to his knees, his long fingers sliding up my thighs and gripping my waist with absolute, unyielding possession. His deep blue eyes locked onto mine with predatory intensity.