Vicious Bonds Novels & Stories

Both must be maintained. I clicked on a medical journal article, scanning the highlighted section. My stomach dropped. "Incomplete Triad Bonds result in deterioration of all three participants. Initial symptoms include anxiety, insomnia, and physical pain. Advanced symptoms include organ failure, psychosis, and death. There is no cure except bond completion." "All three participants," I said quietly. "Not just the secondary. All of us." My hands went cold. Death. The word stared at me from the screen. If I didn't maintain both bonds, we would all die.

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.

"A two-way bond is a lifelong mate's bond. It massively increases a vampire's possessiveness and libido. The model you purchased already had an extremely high drive. Now that you've formed a two-way bond, he must be soothed by his partner to return to normal." "What happens if he's not soothed?" I asked. "He will die of bloodlust. And you, as the other half of the bond, will die with him." My phone nearly slipped from my grasp.

He loomed over me, his presence so immense it blocked out the sun. “You think you understand the bond?” he whispered, the sound more terrifying than any shout. I mean he could have just shouted. “You think it is a shield? A guarantee?” His eyes raked over me, from my messy ponytail down to my muddy sneakers, a look of pure, unadulterated contempt. He definitely noticed how much my breathing changed. “It is a chain. And you are the weakest link. It doesn’t make you valuable. It makes you a target. Every enemy I have, every rival pack, every creature that wants to see me fall… they will see you. They will smell him on you,” He turned his head toward Bastien, “and they will know exactly how to

"He told me. He was afraid of becoming his father." "More than afraid. Terrified." She reached across the table, covering my hand with hers. "Skyler watched Victor destroy me. He saw what the bond could do in the wrong hands, how it could be weaponized. And he internalized a very dangerous belief: that all mated males become abusers. That the bond itself is a tool of control." "But that's not true," I said. "Most mate bonds are healthy. Beautiful, even."

Davyn asked. "No. It's not... it's not an injury." "Then what is it?" Torrhen didn't answer because he knew what it was. He just didn't want to say it out loud. A bond. The rarest kind. The kind that hadn't been documented in over fifty years. A pain bond. When one person's suffering became another's. When hurt traveled through an invisible link that couldn't be broken, couldn't be ignored. Only happened between mates, true mates. The kind destined by something deeper than choice, deeper than logic.

Riven repeated, and his hand found the mark on his own wrist, the amber glow pulsing in rhythm with his heartbeat. "Three bonds," Austin said, and his silver eyes tracked the marks with an assessment that spoke of strategies already forming, of implications already calculating. "Three connections. Three..." He stopped, the word refusing to form. "Three mates," Seraphina whispered from the ballroom's edge, where she stood with Mason's arm around her shoulders, her healing eyes wide with recognition. "The bond doesn't divide. It multiplies. When forced, when disrupted, when multiple souls reach for the same connection... it forms multiple bonds rather than a single one."

I still feel the heat and want to mate but now I choose who to with. And if by any chance my old mate still feels my presence I hope he also feels the pleasure I do when I join with my lovers....I hope it hurts. Originally my hate for them was like a furnace and it created an iron resolve, never will I bow or bend to their rules again. I will control my nature, the parts of me that remind me of them and live as I wish. The Lycan and werewolf mating bond is like a drug, the most addictive drug possible, all-consuming that no amount of rehabilitation can truly free you from it.

You broke it months ago! That is the phantom bond pain, Alpha Vance, Valerie said, her voice dropping into a cold, clinical register that held absolutely zero mercy. It is a well documented biological feedback loop. When a dominant partner unlawfully severs or rejects a true mate, the spiritual connection remains dormant as long as the victim is weak. But the exact second the rejected partner achieves a higher social, financial, or biological rank than the abuser, the true weight of the bond violently snaps back toward the origin point. Your body is not rejecting me, Killian. Your body is rejecting its own pathetic arrogance.

Out of all the points written in my mother’s research, it was the eighth one that struck me the hardest about strong bond sensitivity. I read the paragraph again, though every word had already branded itself into my skull. Frostborns rarely reported mate bonds. Only one confirmed case had been recorded, and even that one had ended badly. The bond had been far more intense than a normal mate bond. When one mate was killed, the other had died within a day. Goddess. My hand tightened around Violet possessively, scared.