Severed Ties Novels & Stories

“She’s not answering.” Dean clenched his fists, his wolf snarling inside him. “It’s not just that.” His voice was low, dangerous. “She’s gone.” Dylan froze, his entire body going rigid. Damien’s eyes flashed. “The bond?” Dean’s jaw locked. “It’s severed.” The room turned deadly silent. It wasn’t possible. A mate bond, once formed, wasn’t something that simply broke. Not unless something unnatural forced it apart. Dylan was already moving, throwing on a pair of jeans, his movements quick and controlled despite the anger radiating off him. “She wouldn’t just disappear. Not without telling us.”

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?

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.

But instead of being each other's helping hands and shoulders to lean on, I'd become his crutch. The urge to slump on the floor, cross my legs, and cry overwhelmed me. I couldn't image a life without Jude. Deep inside, I knew there would never be anyone else for me. Jude was it. He held every piece of me in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't give me the same because he didn't know where all his pieces were. He'd shattered into so many fragments and shards when Carrie passed away, we'd missed some, trying to clean up the mess. And others were so small they'd turned to dust, lost forever. There was no picture on the top of a box to indicate how his life should look after death, and we hadn'

"The Circle called it the Severance." Silas stared at the dark pool. "I've never heard that name." "You weren't supposed to." Another chain erupted from the water, coiling around the Origin's chest. The creature shrieked. Luna almost lost her grip. Darius pulled harder. "Explain, quickly." Maeve edged closer. "The Origin preserved connection. The Severance did the opposite. Wherever something created attachment, it removed it." Eliane's expression shifted. "Then they're connected."

Kael lay in a circle carved from earth and starlight. Seren stood across from him, holding fire that no longer burned with rage—but with mourning. The Rite of Severance began. A ritual older than the Moonbound. Older than Emberfall itself. Rare. Feared. And for good reason. Bond-breaking wasn’t painless. Not for the body. Not for soul. As the final chant ended, Seren placed the flame against the thread of their bond. Kael’s chest jerked once, twice— Then stilled.

Just… done. My jaw tightened. “She’s bluffing,” I muttered under my breath. “She doesn’t mean it. She’ll come crawling back in a few days. She always does.” Still, something about it sat wrong. The bond between us—the pack tie—wasn’t just faint anymore. It was gone. Like it had been cleanly severed, no trace left behind. I couldn’t sense her. Katelyn had truly severed it. She was a drifter now. I shifted in my seat, unsettled. No. She wouldn’t dare. She was a housewife. No rank. No job. No allies. Where would she even go?

"Our child would've worn that bracelet if you had only turned back and looked at me. Our child would still be here. "But you abandoned them." Without looking at him, I turned and left. After a while, a heartbreaking wail echoed through the hospital corridor. I walked out of the hospital without looking back. Goodbye, Zachary Harrow. Goodbye, my little one whom I never got to meet. My new life was about to begin. The sun was shining, and the weather was perfect.

“There’s nothing there. No bond. No connection. Nothing to sever.” “That’s not entirely true.” That made me turn. His gaze held mine, steady but filled with something I couldn’t quite name. “Even when the bond breaks,” he said, “something lingers. A thread. A tie. It keeps you… anchored to what you’ve lost.” Anchored. The word felt wrong. I felt like I was floating. “And the ritual?” I asked. “It releases that,” he said. “It allows you to grieve without being trapped inside it.”

She’d have no reason to take the simple moonstone one he’d gotten for Iris. “Stop messing around. You’re really starting to piss me off.” Iris meets his gaze. “Sever. The. Bond.” Adrian’s anger is at a boiling point. Fine, she wants to sever it? He’ll sever it. He can’t wait to see her come crawling back, begging him to take her back. “Fine. Be that way. Don’t come crying to me then when you can’t find a mate.” He releases her and takes a step back. “I, Adrian of the Moonstone pack, hereby sever any and all mating ties to you, Iris of the Moonstone pack.”