Severed Ties Novels & Stories

Seb has removed her IV before falling asleep minutes ago. She stretched her hand forward to the table and her fingers nocked down a vial. Her heart stopped beating for some seconds and after seeing no movement from the man, she grabbed the phone and quickly withdrew his hand. Slowly, she slipped it under her underwear, a glint of hope in her eyes. ‘ seems like there are truly silver linings in every cloud,’ she thought to herself, a smile tugging at her lips. If she hadn't stabbed herself with a hairpin, how would she have gotten this rare treasure under her panties?

I wanted him to say something, that this was only a test, to prove my loyalty to him or a prank. "I have no idea why you came up with this nonsense believing that you're my mate, but I'll do you a big favour by rejecting you, perhaps then you'll finally snap out of this delusional dream world you've created," Clinton replied. I was wrong. He raised his hands. "I, Clinton Felix, hereby formally sever all ties that bind you to me, cutting off any lingering hopes or expectations you may have created.” His words struck like a dagger, piercing deep into my body and soul.

“I felt it die.” She shook her head. “You felt part of it break. But he never completed the ritual.” I blinked. “What?” She nodded. “A true severing requires a final clause. A ceremonial vow. He didn’t finish it. He left it open.” “Why?” “Because he couldn’t do it,” she said. “Because even then, some part of him knew you weren’t meant to be erased.” I closed my eyes. The bond hadn’t died. It had fractured.

The girl who loves wearing her hair down while she drinks mimosas, because throwing her head back and rocking her shoulders is a feeling of bliss. How much heat can a flower take before it withers and dries up? How much more can I take before I decide whether I’m going to die or thrive? I can’t leave like a child being sent to boarding school. I can’t keep whining and begging to be seen, to be loved. I won’t just go away to make it easier for him. His knocks thunder against the door, causing the frame to quake. “Serena, open the door!” I stand, sliding into my robe. My fingers tremble as I tie a knot around my waist, as if it’s capable of holding me together when everything else starts break

Where the broken mate bond had left its mark. “What I bring is this,” she said. “We will heal the severed mate bond. Not reconnect to Lyra. That ship has sailed, and should be left in sail. But the reserves will be absorbed, and-promise-the scar tissue will dissolve. Someday you'll be able to build a true mate bond with someone else. If you choose to. If you find someone worthy of binding yourself to.” I stopped breathing. Men who lose mates through severing seldom bond again. The scar usually prevents it. The damage runs too deep. I had accepted that. Had believed my chance at a bond like that was gone for good.

[Sera] Liora didn't sit. She leaned against the wall opposite the ICU window and crossed her arms. The cat settled on the floor between us like a referee. "His wolf isn't dead," she said. "Dead would be simpler. What happened is worse. It shattered. The trauma, on top of months of depletion, broke it into fragments. Those fragments are scattered through the residual channels of your old bond." "Our bond was severed. I was there. You were the one who severed it."

He buried himself deep and held there, shuddering, her name torn out of him in a broken whisper, and she felt him spill inside her and felt it through the thread at the same time, his release and her own tangled together in a channel that had been dead an hour ago, and for one long moment there was no telling where she ended and he began. Afterward they lay tangled and slick and breathing hard, and he did not move off her, and she did not make him, and the fire burned low, and the frayed bright thread hummed faint and impossible between their two chests. "That is not supposed to happen," he said at last, into her hair. His voice was wrecked. "A severed bond does not reforge. It cannot. It ha

"I can. I am. The bond was never broken by you — you just ignored it, the way you ignore everything that isn't convenient. So I'm breaking it. Now. In front of everyone." Finally, he began, "I accept,". Two words. Flat. I felt it — the mate tie, that thin silver thread that had lived between my ribs for five years, the one that had glowed warm every time he smiled at me, every time I brought him soup, every time I stitched his armor and imagined the day he'd finally say mine out loud. I felt it snap. It hurt. God, it hurt — a wrenching, physical pain that started behind my sternum and radiated outward until my fingers went numb and my vision swam. The Moon Goddess had bound us. I was the one

I asked, floored. “No, I didn’t want to.” “What? WHY?!” I asked, incredulous. I was sure my mouth was hanging open. I mean yeah, I didn’t want to be disconnected but that was as a human, why wouldn’t an angel want to sever the bond? “For the same reasons you listed” he said calmly. “That, and the tie is there for a reason. I feel it, we are supposed to be connected.” His eyes glowed with surety. I couldn’t avoid his gaze; it was fiercely intense and communicated without words just how certain he was about our tie. It made my stomach clench. Or maybe it was the alcohol.

EVE I ran off to behind school building. When I got there I didn’t expect that to see. Brad is kissing passionately another girl. When he notice me he stops kissing her and looks at me. “So you find out huh. Either way you were going to find out anyway.” Brad says to me with a smirk. “W-what do you mean" I replied. “Well it is what it is looks like. I am tired with you . So i am breaking up with you. You are a slut anyway.” He said as he start to leave.