Severed Ties Novels & Stories

After telling her the code out loud, 1109, I motioned her to go ahead, forgetting about Arman's red box. When she opened the safe and got the box out, she looked at me, almost sad, like I had her favorite toy and broke it. Eva couldn't possibly know it was from Armaan; she couldn't know...She read the little engraving: " Forever yours, you forever mine, for eternity, even with a wrinkle in time." "Cute"...She almost spat the words out; why was she speaking like this? What happened? Before I could ask, her eyes drifted to my red and gold Sabyasachi Heritage bridal anarkali;

“We had a plan, and he just tossed it to the curb because of his temper.” I gulp, rubbing my stomach. “Is…is that why I can’t sense him anymore?” He nods, and I gasp, taking a step forward. “Stop joking. He only reinforced his wall. Tell me you are joking!” “Em—” he starts, closing the little distance between us to take my hands. “Don’t Em me! What happened?” “Your connection through your bond was severed because he is sitting in a cell. All that silver tends to do that.”

I reached into my mind and found the bond—the fake bond that had tied me to Elias. And I cut it. The pain was sharp and immediate. Fake or not, it still hurt. And beneath that, a deeper ache—the pack bonds fraying, unraveling as I severed myself from Crimson Moon. I gripped the car door, breathing through it. It would pass. It had to. I blocked his mind-link. Severed the bond. Elias Gray was nothing to me now.

Despite Adrian’s interference, despite all the obstacles, we’d succeeded. Relief flooded through me, so intense it made me dizzy. Then I felt it begin. The severance. It started as a tug deep in my chest, right where the mate bond lived. Like someone had grabbed one end of a rope and was slowly pulling it taut. My wolf stirred uneasily, sensing something wrong. The tug became a pull. Then a wrench. Pain exploded through me, sharp and sudden. The mate bond… the connection to Killian that had become as natural as breathing… started unraveling.

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

My heart dropped. Then, finally, Ember’s voice brushed against my mind, soft but laced with a hesitation that prickled my skin. “The last shred of the bond between you and Kael…it has been severed because…” I froze. Severed. The word hit me like a strike to the chest, but before the ache could bloom, a wild, giddy laugh bubbled up. “Ronan,” I breathed, my eyes snapping to his. “The bond, it’s gone.”

"By my will and the moon's decree, I sever this bond." I cut my hand with a small knife, allowing my blood to drop on the ground. A surge of energy pulsed through me, and the connection that had bound me to Alpha Gray shattered. The night seemed to hold its breath as the invisible ties dissolved, leaving behind a sense of both loss and newfound freedom.

zayden’s grip tightened. “No.” Flat. because he understood the same thing I did. If it took the bond It didn’t just win. It spread. through us. through the territory. through everything we had just rebuilt. the presence from before spoke again. urgent now. “Sever it.” The words cut through everything. Immediate. because that was the only way to stop it. cut the pathway. cut the bond. Cut us. Zayden didn’t hesitate. “Do it.”

“Because you weren’t supposed to. But something—or someone—took that from you.” Her expression hardened, skepticism mingling with unease. “That’s not the first time I’ve heard something like this. Sebastian keeps talking about bonds, connections… threads. What does it all mean, Adam?” “It means we’re tied together, Beatrix,” I said softly, my gaze holding hers. “All three of us. But your bond with me… it was severed. Not broken, but hidden, buried deep in your memories.” Her breath hitched, but she didn’t look as shocked as I’d expected. Instead, she seemed almost resigned, as though a part of her had already suspected this.

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