Severed Ties Novels & Stories

The bond between us started to fray like a rope being pulled apart strand by strand. Trent stumbled backward. His hand flew to his chest and his face twisted in pain. His chocolate eyes went wide with shock and for a second, he looked like someone had just ripped his heart out. He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He tried again, his lips moving, but still no words. I did not stop. I could not stop now. "I sever the bond that ties us together. From this moment on, you mean nothing to me. We are nothing."

Zeus murmured, a slight, solemn nod of approval touching his lips. "He wanted a monument of absolute power built on top of our lives, Zeus," Hailey whispered, her voice trembling minutely as she looked toward the rain-slicked window. "But he forgot that a structure built on a cracked foundation always implodes from within. We have exactly twelve days left before the cathedral. Pack the data packets into an untraceable, encrypted transmission layer. It’s time to show my future husband what happens when his blueprint fails."

Then the blood drained from my face, leaving my skin cold under the dashboard lights. "No," I rasped. "That's impossible. You can't have a mate." "I felt the tether snap into place." "We’ve been through this before!" My voice cracked with raw shock breaking through my training as I leaned toward the console. "We spent three years building that widow story for a reason, Rory! You lived through the severance once. You can't have another." "I know what I lived through," she snapped, a tremor of old, buried anger bleeding into her tone. "I know the severance should've killed me. But whatever the goddess did, the bond woke up tonight. Evren holds the other end."

He didn’t want her to stop. Cassie watched on as other random girls tried to dance with Aaron, twerking invitingly in front of him, and she couldn’t blame them, he was a sight for sore eyes after all. He had taken off his suit and tie while they were still in the booth, unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt, and had rolled up his sleeves a little bit, making him look less corporately dressed and a bit more relaxed than when he was at the launch. He had the attention of the ladies on the dance floor and he did it effortlessly

“Depends on how broken you want to be when this is over.” I laugh, sharp and short, and wipe more blood from my face. “Just make sure,” she says, “That you remember why you’re doing this.” I nod. But the truth is, I don’t think I’ve forgotten. I think I’m remembering too well. The tether doesn’t just show me Victoria. It shows me the threads between everyone. Cerelia and Soren, Arlo and Hilda, Scarlett and the fire that seems to adore her. Every bond glows. Every betrayal hisses. And when I touch those threads too long, they leave fingerprints in my mind.

This is so much worse than before. “By fire’s blaze and water’s flow, By earth below and winds that blow, I sever ties, dissolve the thread, Let paths diverge, the bond be dead.” Odette screams as Tobin and Ataz toss water over both mine and Cal’s wrists just as the flames lick against my skin. The thread disappears. In an instant, the bond between Cal and I shattered into nothingness, leaving behind an aching emptiness in my chest. But before I could process this loss, my eyes widened in disbelief as I witnessed Odette slice her own hand and bind it together with Cal’s, sealing a bond of their own. It felt like my heart had been violently ripped from my chest as I struggled to catch my brea

But just as things start to heat up, just as I'm about to lose myself in the moment, he pulls away abruptly, his breath ragged. "No," he says, his voice strained. "We can't." I'm left standing there, breathless and confused, my lips still tingling from his touch. "Why did you—" "I can't," he repeats, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and regret. "I can't do this." Shaken and torn, I gather the papers, my hands trembling with a mix of anger and something else I refuse to acknowledge. As I turn to leave, his voice stops me in my tracks.

“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.

Not thunder from the sky, but the physical manifestation of a sacred bond being severed. I felt it snap like a chain breaking. Something primal screamed in my soul not in pain, but in glorious release. A tether I hadn't even fully realized was still binding me to the past finally unraveled completely. And with its destruction came the last of my grief, dissolving like morning mist before the sun. Marcus clutched his chest desperately, suddenly breathless as the physical pain of a severed mate bond hit him like a silver blade through the heart. He crumpled to the ground, gasping and writhing, but I didn't flinch or show even a flicker of sympathy.

Start from the beginning. She drew a long breath, her hands shaking. "Fine. You curious about this? That evening I was at my lowest. I was hurt and I had recently broken off a horrible relationship. You were there, providing distraction, and I was too lost to reject you." She paused for a while. Davis's teeth closed tightly. "And when you learnt you were pregnant, why didn't you try to reach out?"