Unexpected Bond Novels & Stories

With that I’m not filled with confidence. "Okay," I said, holding up a hand, my tone was a little sharper than how I meant it to be, "are you going to actually explain what’s going on, or is this whole vague, cryptic thing just your idea of a good time? Because honestly, it’s getting old.” Cian took another step closer. "There’s something off about this bond." Kieran’s jaw twitched. "The bond hasn’t even settled yet." "Exactly," Caspian murmured. "And yet, we already feel it."

El said. “Why? How?” “That’s the thing. We don't know. Mate bonds don’t just come back after being severed—in history, it has happened maybe twice that anyone knows of. This is really throwing the boys off, and I know it’s big for you too, but we are open to helping you figure this out, however you want to,” Poppy said. I sighed, dropping my hands into the water. I mean, it makes sense why I’ve been feeling what I've felt since my birthday.

“If the bond is not acknowledged the completion cannot hold.” The room was very still. I looked at Damien. He was looking at me. At the phone. At whatever was on my face. “Mace,” I said. “Yes,” he said. “How acknowledged,” I said carefully. A pause. “Completely,” he said. “No conditions. No qualifications. No five years of unresolved distance.” He paused. “The bond has to be what it was supposed to be before it was rejected. Fully. In the presence of the original corruption frequency.” He paused. “She knows this. She knows the bond exists because the stone recorded it. She will use the unresolved distance between you as the point of failure.” He paused. “She will try to ensure the bond is no

He pulled out, propping himself up on his elbows to look down at me. “Are you okay?” he asked. I gently pushed at his chest, and he rolled off of me. I sat up, running my fingers through my hair. I tried the bond again, but it was the same. Dense and foggy, there but not there at the same time, almost as if it had gotten lost in the mist. “The bond,” I said, looking down at him. “It’s… gone.” Gideon blinked, thinking for a moment, then shook his head. “That’s impossible. We must just be tired.”

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The bond had felt strange all day dull, muted, like a radio station playing through static. I hadn’t been able to feel her properly since last night. Now I knew why. I closed my eyes, reaching through the bond. Nothing. A faint pulse, like the echo of her heartbeat but far, far away. She wasn’t just gone from the house. She was blocking me. Which meant she didn’t want to be found. I stopped pacing, rage boiling beneath the surface. “What happened while I was gone?” I asked Marco, my voice low. Dangerous. He hesitated.

"King of Noxeria, I am the clan leader. It is our fault for not raising our young properly. We are ready to make up for Noxeria's losses, and we offer the white Wyvern, our wayward child, for you to deal with as you see fit." My father was thrilled and about to express his gratitude, but I beat him to it. "Clan leader, your sense of justice is commendable, and we are heartened by it. The white Wyvern has wreaked havoc across Noxeria, making life miserable for our people. We'll take the compensation. "As for the white Wyvern, if it no longer wishes to be my sister's magical guardian, she agrees to break the bond. However, since she's nurtured it with her own vital essence, there must be conse

Another was a slap that landed on my mother, when she also made to hold back a warrior from striking me. Tears couldn't stop flowing down. I hate myself for making my parent pass through this. Maybe it all happened for a reason as mom had said. I hope and wish to see Blake again. He is a vampire, but the feelings and bond between us was unique and deep. Could he be my mate?

Cassidy questioned as we turned the hall to the gym and found no one there. Well, not no one. Just the janitor, Mr. Olmstead mopping up the floor. Olmstead raised his head cocking a brow at me. “You don’t check your phone much, do ya? They canceled tonight over an hour ago.” He chuckled, shaking his head at me. I groaned, taking my phone from my pocket. “Dead… ugh. I need a new charger. I plug it in, and it starts to charge, then without me moving, it suddenly stops.”

“Great, I’m starving. I wasn’t able to get anything but strong coffee for breakfast. I was in and out of meetings all morning, but I wanted to be here to talk to you about what I found in your blood.” He sits down as a bring over the iced tea that I had sitting outside in the sun. When I get back in that my son had all the paperwork on the table. I pour the tea as he ruffles through the papers. “I found something unusual in your blood. Now if I were human, I’d probably not even seen it, or just look over it.” “And what is that?” “Traces of the fountain of youth.” “Are you sure about that?”