Vicious Bonds Novels & Stories

This betrayal completely shattered the balance of the Bond. The moment Valerius's blood touched my heart, the dark, ancient Blood Pact materialized in the air and burst into flames. "Argh!" Valerius let out a blood-curdling scream and convulsed violently. The immortal healing in his body—my power—was being violently ripped out of him by an unstoppable ancient force. The pain of having his soul torn apart forced him to his knees. "What... what is this..." Julian backed away in terror. "The Bond backlash!" the elder stammered. "The pact is balancing its scales! The power he stole is being ripped from him and returned to its rightful owner!"

“Drop it.” Kael didn’t. Instead, he held his stare. “Whatever that was,” he said, quieter now, “it’s part of this.” Lucien didn’t deny it. But he didn’t accept it either. “That doesn’t mean you get to see it,” he said. Kael’s expression hardened slightly. “We’re already seeing more than we should.” Another pause. Then— “…This is exactly why bonds like this fail,” Lucien said. Kael frowned. “What do you mean?”

"And I am not your prize." I raised my hands, bringing the orchid brooch to the left side of my bodice. With a sharp, decisive push, I drove the long platinum pin through the thick ivory silk, right over my heart. The cold weight of the metal pressed against my skin a hidden, sharp-edged weapon aimed straight at the central nervous system of Vane Financial.

I snapped my head up to see Brax's aunt and Maxim standing near us. "What do you mean?" I asked. "What do you know about Vampires?" Maxim asked me. I just shook my head. "I didn't know about them until a couple of days ago." "Okay, well, when a Vampire establishes a bond they have to bite their intended. That bond is permanent and strong. The bond that I can sense with you is weak and wreaks of dark magic. This bond is temporary and can be broken a couple of different ways. 1. The dark witch that created the bond reverses it or; 2. The victim's mate, if they have one, marks their mate. It has to be done infront of the vampire to completely sever the bond. So you and beta Rollings would have

Elder Marcus went on, “there’s something I need to explain here that may surprise you. Forced bondings aren’t just ethically wrong — they are dangerous for both sides of the bond.” He produced a crumbling book, its pages brown and musty with age. "This is one of the archives, writ by pack healers three centuries gone. It documents instances of hasty mating bonds and their consequences.” "What consequences?" I inquired, but I feared the reply. “For the wolf who compels the bond, guilt and obsession takes them over till they are almost paralyzed. The insane part is that they know what they’ve done.” “And the wolf that was compelled?” Elder Marcus's expression was grim. "Madness. The bond tugs

She remembered. “You are a vicious bully who found pleasure in my pain. You lied to everyone. You used every piece of your privilege to crush me, all while your mother, Luna Comfort, watched.” As I spoke, the warm beacon in my chest flared one last time, strong and absolute. I felt an invisible, final thread snap—the lingering, damaged mate bond between Victor and Lydia. Victor let out a silent, wrenching groan. He staggered backward, clutching his chest, his tactical composure destroyed by the final, brutal severing of the bond. He collapsed, writhing in agony, free of her forever.

Lucien said, his voice strained. "This is absurd. Sera's been working with me to prevent violence, not cause it. The bond—""The bond makes you vulnerable to manipulation," Matthias interrupted. "I warned you about this. Mate bonds can cloud judgment, make you trust when you shouldn't. She's been playing you since the beginning." "No."

Ophelia A wave of nausea hit me at the sight. My fingers trembled, and not from the Dark Matter withdrawal. Dark Bonds weren’t well known. In most packs they were nothing more than twisted folklore, legends of darkness and slavery. Even now, I had no clue how Alpha Hunter knew about them. I had thought it was an infected mate bond until he told me the truth that terrible day. I quickly devoured the text, latching onto the bits of history that detailed the festering mark on my wrist.

“What do you know about the violated mate bond?” Surprise flickered across her face. “I’ve read about it, but I’ve never seen it. Why do you ask?” “Does it cause actual damage? Can it be fatal?” “It’s not usually dangerous—just excruciating. The deeper the bond, the more powerful the reaction. Fatalities have been reported, but they’re rare.” She studied me with open curiosity. “Is it happening here?” I nodded slowly, reluctant to name Louisa. “Can it be stopped?”

she mumbles and is silent for three seconds, "Listen to me. I've only dissolved three bonds in my entire life. The first was from a homosexual couple, back in the eighties. The location and situation they were living in was incredibly dangerous for homosexual people and they couldn't be together because of that. At that time, no one thought there was a solution or that they could persevere, so I helped them and we dissolved the bond. The next couple I helped was because the omega had a terminal illness that was going to kill him slowly. He didn't want his mate to suffer and die of sadness along with him, so we did the ritual. That situation was particularly heartbreaking, but necessary as we