Vicious Bonds Novels & Stories

he said slowly, “that bonds like yours don’t end quietly.” I looked up at him. “Bonds like mine?” “Poly-bonds,” he said. “Twin-anchored Lunas. Power that pulls in two directions at once.” My chest felt tight. “You said the law recognizes it.” “It does,” he said. “On paper.” I stood up again, anger flaring through the fear. “Then why are they threatening to kill me?” “Because the last time it happened,” he said, “an entire bloodline burned.”

“Or if something ever went wrong with me. If we have a mature bond and I’m hurt, or taken, or killed, he could lose his mind entirely. The bond that’s supposed to cure him becomes the detonator instead. And that means—” “A new massacre,” Nathaniel supplies quietly. “Potentially worse than the first. A fully bonded Lycan without an anchor is exponentially more dangerous than an unbonded one. The bond supercharges every instinct. Including the feral ones.” Knox is quiet for a long time. His chest rises and falls against my back in measured breaths. Then he speaks.

"I'm scared of what this bond is doing. To me. To the others. To the pack." Zarek didn't flinch. "The sickness wasn't your fault." "But it started after we came back. After us." "Yes," he said. "Because fate doesn't like being rewritten. But that doesn't make you wrong, Veyra. It makes you powerful." She shook her head. "You always say things like that. Like it's a gift." "It is." "Then why does it feel like I'm breaking everyone around me?" He stepped closer, the heat of his presence wrapping around her like a second skin. "Because power always comes with pain. Because bonds—true bonds—aren't just golden threads. They're chains. They're roots that tear and twist and demand."

"Good. Because if he'd died, the blowback through that bond would have killed you too." "Wait, what?" "Silverblood bonds are symbiotic. His life is yours, yours is his. It's why they were so dangerous. Kill one, and you've killed both. That's also why they mated for life, breaking the bond wasn't an option." I stared at her. "And you're just telling me this now?"

The pain was getting worse, spreading from my chest outward. Vida arrived in her nightgown, took one look at me, and swore. "The bond is rejecting itself." "What does that mean?" I gasped. "It means you three have been bonded too long without completing the marking. The incomplete connection is destabilizing. Your body is treating it like a strange presence, trying to push it out." "So complete the marking," Daxon said.

it was Saint who interjected this time, "the bond snapped in place that day you ran into him. You wouldn't have been able to move on. Even if you never saw him again, you would have thought of that one encounter till the day you probably died. That's how it works. A mate bond once snapped in place, will leave both people pinning for one another until they accept the bond." "That's unfair," I spat almost bitterly—this was not part of my life plan at all. To be fair, my life plan was already going to shit, I guess the universe wanted to add some spice to stir things up more, "this," I gestured a hand between Victor and myself, "whatever this is, I don't accept it." He winced at the words, his

But he had already agreed and had given his word to his father and Skye was now his mate. Once they were bonded, his instincts would most likely override any desire to leave him behind anyway. May as well get this done with while he still had his head. An old beta man followed behind the barmaid and it was easy to see the wound she had spoken of. No wonder no one had been able to fix it. The index finger of his left hand was bent at an odd angle and curled outward. It looked painful and Linus would be surprised if he could move it at all.

"Thats….because…well, its complicated." Lucas reached out to gently touch my cheek, his eyes searching mine. "In our world, the physical act of marking signifies the completion of the mate bond. It's a symbolic and powerful gesture that solidifies the connection. Since Dion never marked you, you can approach the council to break the mate bond." My mind raced with the implications of Lucas's words. "You mean, I can break the bond?" Lucas nodded solemnly. "Yes, you have the option. It won't be easy, and the council will need to approve it, but it is possible. You deserve to be free of a bond that no longer serves you, Kiana."

He figured that I, Nicky's husband, was finally bowing down to him. In the next second, I threw the wine straight in his face. Ryan let out a low growl. Then, I tossed the second glass in his face too. Before I could get to the third, Nicky grabbed my wrist and shoved me away. She picked up a napkin, wiping the wine off Ryan's face. Ryan looked at me with pure venom in his eyes, though he quickly masked it as he murmured, "Nicky, I never would've thought that you could marry someone like this…"

Sabrina flipped the pages and then halted at a bookmarked one, pointing to the tiny words. “This here…it says that while a blood bond can’t be broken, it can be weakened or even blocked,” Sabrina read out. “The strength of the blood bond varies according to the connection between two people.” She paused for a bit and then added, “Hoc significat vinculum firmius potest adiuvare ad alium vinculum infirmandum vel intercludendum.” “I have no idea what you said,” Asher said. “It means that a stronger bond can help to weaken or block another bond,” she muttered.