Vicious Bonds Novels & Stories

When I finished, my palms were slick with sweat. “I don’t trust it,” I said. “And I don’t trust what it makes me feel.” Rhea was quiet for a long moment. “I learned about bonds at the program,” she said finally. My chest tightened. “Some bonds,” she continued, “develop defensive instincts. They protect the host even from things the host doesn’t consciously fear.” “Like what?” “Like emotional threats or destabilizing influences.” That didn’t help. “You’re saying it has a mind of its own.”

She was told that she could be matched with another vampire, that the bond was flexible in the early stages, that this was a normal part of donor life. The bond was not flexible. The withdrawal from his specific venom, as opposed to venom in general, as opposed to venom from the vampire she was reassigned to, was months of illness that the Gallery's medical staff documented as adjustment difficulties and managed with venom from other sources, which stabilized the withdrawal symptoms but did not resolve the bond damage. Five years later she was here, and he was not, and she was dying from the accumulated physiological cost of a bond that had been severed without her consent by someone who lef

Wrong. "His bond," I gasp. "It's poisoned too. From the inside. His betrayal corrupted it." "What does that mean?" "It means the bond is breaking. Not from my side. From his. He's rejecting it. Destroying it." "Will it kill you?" "I don't know. Maybe. The bonds are interconnected. If one breaks violently, it could damage the others." "Then we need to sever it. Cut him out before he destroys everything." "I don't have the strength. The poison is too strong."

"Let him hear. Maybe it weakens his challenge. Or makes him desperate. Either way, I’m done being the prize or the collateral. I want my mom’s head on this." Victor returned to his chair. "Careful what you wish for. Ten million buys powerful friends. She might come back with muscle." "Then we’ll be ready," I replied. "Jax, Damien, me. The bond gives us an edge. My scent, his protection. We turn her collateral plan against her." He tapped the desk. "Start with the message. Record it here. Sound broken. Mention the bond if it helps sell it. Say it complicates everything."

Nicholas and Alexander exchanged a surprised glance before looking back toward me. "Well, I've been working on that," Nicholas muttered. "Like I said before. You can't cure true vampirism, as it's a complete change in the DNA. The Vicious, however, have corrupted DNA that can be, well, uncorrupted. While vampires result from an active gene in certain bloodlines and mutations, The Vicious are pieces added to it that can be removed. We don't have the proper means to remove it, though, without damaging the original DNA. Yet." I followed along easily enough, making note of this and nodding. "I can possibly help with my knowledge for the research, as well," I muttered. "...Glad we eventually came

I snorted, my tone a little too sarcastic than I had intended. She sighed. “Damian, I don’t care what you do, but for your sanity, you need to accept the bond.” I knew it very well. I knew how vampires could go insane if they refused to deny the bond, becoming obsessed and over-possessive which would ultimately lead to their end. We did not have any way of reversing the bond like those mutts did, at least no one has found any way yet. “I know.” ~~~***~~~ Myra

Before power taught him indifference. “Vampire bonds are not like wolf bonds,” I say quietly. “They are not merely fate.” “They are an obsession,” Maereth agrees. “Madness. Devotion sharpened into a weapon.” “They consume,” I whisper. “They do not care who they destroy along the way.” Maereth studies me. “And this one is worse.” “Yes.” My voice hardens. “Because it is tied to someone who will not break.” The girl—V. Hybrid. Fire-blooded. Stubborn as sin.

He moves abruptly, without a word he matches out the room leaving me once more staring back at him. Cleaning the bathroom with disinfectant, wiping away the blood stain on the toilet sit and floor. Railing over what just happened, realization finally hits me. How can I continue to comprise myself Infront of him, every encounter leaves me vulnerable. I don't know what to call it, my attraction towards him, it leaves me questions with no ends. Groaning out in frustration, remembering how eager I was to clean his wounds. Is like JuJu when his close, all sense are thrown out.

Why should our bond be destroyed because of what others would think? Why did this have to happen just when i thought that i’ll finally have a chance of being happy in my life? Fuck this. Fuck everyone. Fuck my life.

I said. He turned to look at me. "A vulnerability is only useful if the person exploiting it can predict how it will be responded to," he said. "Erith's assumption is that because we love you, threatening you will make us reactive and afraid. That is a reasonable assumption for someone who has studied conventional bonds, conventional pack dynamics. What he does not understand is that what we have is not a conventional bond. It does not make us reactive. It makes us convergent." "Convergent," I said.