Severed Ties Novels & Stories

“I swear if anything happens to her, I will kill you.” “Oh no, I'm so scared, Mr. Davies threatened to kill me. Son of bitch you won't do any shit.” “What do you want?” George “Now the lover has finally decided to speak.” “I want the both of you to go home and wait for my next call.” “One billion,” Frederick said, but the call disconnected. The duo stared at each other, before leaving in their car. “Don't tell me you followed me to that place?” Michael ruined the back of his neck.

"Your turn." Taking a deep, shaky breath, I forced my voice to stay level. "I, Tracy, accept this rejection. I sever the soul-tie. I return what was given. I completely release my claim on his life." And then, the Seer slashed the silver blade downward through the empty air between us. The moment the magical bond snapped, a catastrophic physical devastation hit me like a speeding freight train. It did not feel like a metaphor. A violent, invisible force slammed directly into my chest, knocking the air entirely out of my lungs. The invisible cord connecting my soul to

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.

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.

Like my wolf would tear out anyone’s throat who tried to take it away. “Kara,” I murmured. She released Patrick, who was crumpled, coughing and pale. I turned, holding their gazes like I might never get the chance again. Maybe I wouldn’t. “From today on,” I said, my voice ringing with finality, “I sever all ties with the Darvin family.”

I sit in the healer’s dimly lit sanctuary, my hands shaking as I stare at the floor. The words hang in the air like a death sentence. To save you, your bond must be severed. Permanently. I can’t breathe. The bond—the thing that ties me to Rigel, that has anchored me through every storm, that has given me strength when I had none—gone? I look up at Rigel, my chest tight with panic, searching his face for some kind of reassurance, some kind of denial. But there’s only pain in his eyes.

"So when Nick came back—" "The bond didn't restart. It never stopped." He crosses to the tray beside the bed and picks up something metallic and turns it so the light catches and my stomach falls through the table and keeps falling. "I've been working on the severance procedure since before he moved into your building. He just accelerated the timeline." "Severance." "Sever the mate bond. Not suppress. Cut. Permanently." My mind goes to Mia before it goes to me because that's what mothers do, we calculate the threat to our children before we calculate the threat to ourselves. "You want to use it on Mia."

"That’s funny. Because from where I was sitting—or pinned, rather—it felt a lot more like an exorcism." "An exorcism," Xavier repeated, his voice devoid of any warmth. "Let’s be clear, Christopher. Yesterday afternoon, we signed our names to a merger disguised as a marriage. We stood in that cathedral to satisfy our fathers' legacies, not our own desires." "Last night was the physical manifestation of that contract. It was a release of tension that has been building since the day our families decided we were the price of their latest acquisition. Calling it anything more than a biological necessity is a fantasy I thought you were too smart to indulge in."

he snarls, gripping the cell rods and shaking violently. “She cheated on me and you think she won't do the same to you?” He mocks. “Even if I die, she'll always be in pain.” He pauses, a victorious grin spreading in his face. “I guess she still hasn't told you yet but our destinies are forever linked!” He smirks in satisfaction. I shrug, then I step closer to the cell bars. Enough so that Liam will hear me as I'm planning to drop my voice very low. “I have heard. Matebond bullshit.”

But he was still alive, and every morning, the first thing he did was look at the only photo he still had of himself with Bianca. He finally realized that he didn't just lose one woman, but his entire future. One chilly winter night under the Riverton Bridge, he drank himself into a stupor. Curled up in the cold, he could only manage a single whisper in the wind. "Bianca… I'm sorry." Their fates would no longer cross. It was truly the end.