Till Death Tear Us Apart Novels & Stories

The air in the Sub-Level didn't just vibrate; it began to **tear**. As I stood before the Founder, my hand outstretched in a gesture of impossible forgiveness, the glass pods around us didn't just shatter—they screamed. The billions of "failures"—the versions of me that were too weak, too strong, or too broken—weren't just data anymore. They were ghosts of a life that never was, and they were being sucked into a vacuum of absolute zero.

Pain exploded through my chest radiating outward in waves that made my knees buckle. "I, Royce Thorne, reject you, Hailey Marcus, as my mate." "I reject you well." Killian's voice held no emotion, efficient as a blade between the ribs. “I, Killian Thorne, reject you, Hailey Marcus.” My legs gave out. I hit the floor hard, a scream tearing from my throat as the bond splintered further. It felt like my chest was being ripped open from the inside, my heart shredding itself with each severed connection.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

Even then, his wolf was quickly growing exhausted and he knew that it would now be a matter-of-fact time before he met his end. That was what prompted his decision. It was common knowledge what effects one mate’s death could have on the other. It would feel as if they are being torn apart on the inside, because it is, literally, the second half of their soul being separated from them. The pain is so excruciating that it can drive the other mate insane, and some even end up committing suicide. Draco could not think of bringing such pain on Raven, so he rejected her and pushed her away before she had the chance to match her bond with him.

~Adeline My grip on the dresser tightens as the unwanted tears continue to rain down my cheeks. I release my grip from it and swipe at the tears, willing them to stop. I manage to rid my face of all traces of it for the moment but the hollow in my chest remains. I try to steady my breathing as I stare at my reflection. I can barely recognise the image of the girl staring back at me in the mirror. Her face is swollen from crying for so long, her eyes coated a bright red.

"We're not fighting because we care too much. We're fighting because we're broken." "Then let's be broken together." "That's not how it works." "How does it work?" "You fix yourself first. Then you try to love someone else." "What if I can't fix myself without you?" "Then you don't get to love me." "Jane, that's not fair." "Life isn't fair." "Please don't give up on me." "I'm not giving up on you. I'm giving up on us." "What's the difference?" "The difference is that I can still care about you without being with you."

Bella looked at him surprisingly as a soft melody filled the car. ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩ It's a beautiful life Forever I'll stay by your side It's a beautiful life Always standing right behind you Beautiful love Cause we're standing under the same sky Even though we are world's apart ♩ ♬ ♪ ♫ ♪ ♩ "Are you ready to die with me?" Shawn cleared his throat. Bella was on another planet now. She couldn't concentrate on anything except the beautiful song.

“No no no no no—” Elara grabbed her arm. “Tess, stand up.” “I can’t!” “Yes, you can.” “I’m tired!” That broke everyone for a second. Because they all were. Noah wiped blood from his nose. “I would really appreciate one normal problem.” Kai barked out a laugh. “You died and entered murder Disneyland. Normal is gone.” “This is not helping me!” “It’s helping me.” Mira looked up at the screen again. Her sharp eyes narrowed. “They’re forcing another separation.”

“Get to the Tear!” I hesitated, my heart screaming to stay, to fight beside him, but Sylvara grabbed my arm, her grip bruising. “He’s right,” she hissed. “The Tear’s our only chance. Move!” We bolted down the path, the glowing stones pulsing beneath our feet. The Grove’s ancient trees loomed overhead, their branches twisting like skeletal hands, and the air grew colder, heavier, as we plunged deeper. Behind us, the sounds of battle, Kael’s roars, Lydia’s furious screams, faded but didn’t stop. My chest ached with every step, the weight of leaving him behind crushing me.

“For the ones we lost.” We pulled. The thread fought, tearing skin, drawing blood, but we held. Our grief, our love, our truth poured into it: Javier’s laugh, Mamá’s lullabies, Marco’s first hack, Alexander’s proposal, Lila’s choice to stay. The mouth shrieked, the alley trembling, the city holding its breath. The thread snapped. The mouth collapsed. The ash settled. We fell together, a tangle of blood and tears, alive. The dawn was clean, the sky blue, the city ours.