Vicious Bonds Novels & Stories

Beneath his breath, in a voice scarcely louder than the whisper of the wind, he uttered a single ancient incantation. "Vareth." The word carried no force. Yet the moment it left his lips… A transparent barrier shimmered into existence before him, so faint it was almost invisible. The three spells collided with the invisible barrier at the exact same instant. BOOM! A violent burst of crimson light erupted across its surface, illuminating the forest in a blinding flash. For a fleeting moment, the barrier shimmered beneath the impact… Then… The light began to unravel. The spells didn't pierce through. They simply… came apart.

, he finished and shrugged. "What are you saying, Amar?" "The point is that what happened to us is the same thing happening to Damien and Daisy." "So?" "Therefore, they will come around. They are yet to admit their feelings. The bond exists already and it will bring them together, just like it brought you and me together", he kissed my lips briefly. I gazed at him, trying to solve the puzzles of his words. I didn't understand what he meant by "bond." "Bond? What do you mean by that? You mean Damien loves her but he doesn't want to admit it?" He nodded.

"I still don't know what to do with this much power, and I do not want anyone to die, what if it's Mom, or you, I will not be able to live with myself, Alex." He lets me cry and says "Cyprus killed Zoe, not you. I know it is heavy, but you don't have to carry it alone just cause you carry it so well. It is not just yours, I am here, Addie. I will help you carry everything, just as you have helped me all my life. I love you, and will love you even after I am dead, do not doubt that."

"A Mating Bond is permanent. It changes my biology. I would be tied to you for life." "I know." "And you think I’d agree to that?" "The alternative is death in three months," Lorenzo said quietly. "Then I die." Lorenzo flinched, just slightly. "I’d rather die than be owned by you," Kyrian said steadily. "Don’t be stupid—" "Stupid?" Kyrian’s eyes flashed with anger. "What’s stupid is thinking I would ever let you mark me." Dr. Lindgren spoke up carefully. "The bonding process itself is risky. With your weak condition, the success rate is around 80%."

The tremor of something carrying more than it was designed for and choosing to hold anyway. Ava turned toward Vincenzo. I saw the dart leave his hand. Saw it hit her shoulder and bounce back. And then the second wave hit targetting the bond directly. Vincenzo's dart. Something designed to sever the anchor connection at the moment it was under maximum strain. I felt it arrive like a blade sliding between ribs. The bond screamed inaudibly through the connection. The mate warmth convulsing, the anchor function straining against this new assault from one direction while the amplified transformation pressed from the other. Caught between them, the bond held, but the cost was immediate and brutal.

“They built places like this to cut unstable bonds when subjects became too resistant to standard registration. The core can isolate the connection and extract it.” Kael’s eyes met mine. Amber still dominated, but the black remained coiled and waiting. “It’s already inside the bond. I can feel the cut waiting. If it finishes the sequence there may not be enough of either of us left to hold on.” The guilt rose hot and familiar. I had helped design the architecture that made forced severance possible. I had signed off on the escalation that treated a living bond as just another data stream to be severed when it no longer served the net.

In the end, I told myself it was wrong to be petty toward a grieving widow, so I was the one who gave in and apologized. Later, when Ryan wanted to put his ring back on, he couldn't find it anywhere. Luckily, I still had the original design sketches. Since my own ring was getting worn out, I decided to order a brand-new set, identical to the first. But before the rings even arrived, our bond had already shattered. I instinctively rubbed the faint pale mark where my ring used to sit. My old band was still sitting on that table back at the Pack House. "I don't want them. Even if they're brand new and identical, our bond is fractured. There's no going back."

I feel a rush of something and Jason inhales sharply as well. “We are bonded,” Jason smiles. “What promises are made here, will echo into eternity. Jason and Amilee you are bound by promises and commitment. Neither of you should be careless enough to test or betray your bond. I bless this commitment,” Micah finishes and Jason and I hold our fingers our for Jared and Crystal to bandage. Then we turn and face the crowd. “All those committed to the support of this bond, stand.” I look out at the pack. They stand as if they are one person. My parents stand as well.

Of course, there were still some things I needed to clarify with him but right now, he has given me hope. Hope that maybe I can get my pound of flesh. The Vales, we're evil people. Cruel, selfish, and greedy. And today, I will no longer be one of them, completely removed from their power. It is beautiful. And now, as I walk down the aisle, with fake smiles and vicious whispers thrown my way, I am not bothered. I know something that they don't know and the power that comes with it is glorious. Marcus and I exchange vows and as he leans down to his Lee, he whispers.

“So, you know what happens when not all of the bonds are completed?” Valentin snapped his head to look me in the eyes. His mask was wanning into a look of terror. His eyes shifted to dark along the floor. “And I’ve smelled Wolfham on you,” he mumbled, mainly to himself. His eyes were still rapidly darting across the floor. “Oh, Gods—” “Yeah,” I snapped. “We’re fucked.” “Not necessarily,” Valentin jerked back to look at me. “Wolfham could still sever the bond.”