Severed Ties Novels & Stories

But I had once called out for him too. That night, trapped on the balcony in the storm, I had begged him to let me in. And he had let the rain drown me instead. Just as I now walked away without a second thought. The bond between us—whatever was left of it—was severed. For good.

His chest rose and fell, shallow and uneven. His lips parted—but there was nothing left to say. He nodded once. Just once. Then turned. And walked away. Each step was heavy. Final. Like he was dragging chains behind him. And with every inch of distance he created, something shattered inside him. And behind him, Matthew stood still. Alone, and still breaking. Because some goodbyes don’t echo with slamming doors. Some just bleed quietly into the night.

I clung to him, pouring all my relief, fear, and love into that moment. When we broke apart, Mason rested his forehead against mine. “It’s over,” he repeated, as if trying to convince himself, too. I nodded, my fingers tightening around his. “Then let’s go home.” For the first time in a long time, Mason smiled. A real, unguarded smile. “Yeah,” he murmured, lacing his fingers through mine. “Let’s go home.” The drive back to Mason’s apartment was quiet, but not in the way that made me anxious. It was a silence filled with unspoken understanding, the kind that came after surviving something life-altering. I sat close to Mason, our hands loosely intertwined as he drove through the empty streets.

“Then I’ll make you feel so much you’ll forget how to keep anything from me.” Her legs nearly buckled. She hated the ache in her body, the way his words filled her with dread and desire in equal measure. Carson turned her sharply, forcing her to face him. His gaze devoured her angry, hungry, unyielding. Slowly, he reached into the nightstand and pulled out a silk tie, smooth and dark as midnight. Her breath caught. He lifted her wrist, slid the tie around it, and bound it to the carved bedpost. Not cruelly, not painfully but firmly, undeniably. Then the other wrist, leaving her stretched, vulnerable, trembling against the sheets.

I looked at the twins jumping and shouting happily, as well as Corbin, who was hurriedly putting on his coat. I clenched my fists and called out to Corbin, "Wait." Corbin didn't stop whatever he was doing. "What? We can talk again after I'm back. I'm going to get Ingrid now. Don't cause any more trouble for me." I felt as if my heart had been torn in two. "It won't happen anymore, forever. Let's get a divorce, Corbin Stallone."

It was like we wanted to smell her scent, and I knew it was going to drive me crazy, unless I found a way to sever the bond. I didn’t even know if it was possible. I was aware of the months that Kiran and Adara had spent apart, but they were separated by an ocean, not just a lobby. Your bond was severed the moment your other half died, but I couldn’t find any record of mated couples not being together.

She opened her eyes. Cassian was still there, his face pale, his eyes wide with the same shock of emptiness. He still held the blade. He was still her Cassian. But the tether was gone. The deep, psychic link that made him an extension of herself was severed. He was a separate person. The love was there, a hot, desperate ache in her chest. But it was just hers now. She could not feel his. She could only see it, raw and wounded, in his eyes.

I took a deep breath and started, “It's my vision. They are not as clear as they used to be. Sometimes they are blurry or incomplete, which makes it hard to avoid the coming disaster. I fear that I've lost my ability.” The vision about the coup against the palace would have been successful if I had gotten the complete vision. But I still didn't understand why the vision was cut short. I concluded that I had lost my Seer ability and I hoped that they would be able to help me restore. “When did that start happening? or rather, who did you meet before it started?” He asked. My mind went back to the first blurred vision I had which was the mate bond test between me and Selena. Selena’s face was

“All of them fail under the current deformation. Your dominant imprint and her rising bloodline current are no longer merely mismatched. They are actively destroying the incomplete structure between them. Every spike accelerates it, every attempt to force control worsens the rejection. If you continue, the bond will tear in an uncontrolled cascade. That can maim one or both of you. It can also warp what remains into something worse than severance.” Monalisa’s hand rose unconsciously toward the mark at her neck. The skin there felt hot and wrong, the tether beneath it dragging in irregular pulls. She could still feel Damien through it, his anger, his possession, his refusal but the connection

“Severance initiated.” The words landed like a blade driven straight through the center of the bond. I felt it the moment the core finished the sentence. A cold, precise pressure closed around the connection between Kael and me and began to pull. Not the gradual isolation of the earlier cycles. This was active separation. A section of the bond that had always carried the low, constant awareness of his presence simply went quiet, as if someone had cut a wire. Kael’s hand convulsed around mine. A raw, broken sound tore out of him. Through what remained of the connection I felt the failsafe surge in open triumph, black flooding his eyes until almost no amber remained.