Till Death Tear Us Apart Novels & Stories

he urged, his voice cracking with a heartache that mirrored my own. I shook my head, tears finally breaking free as I looked at him. "It's okay," I murmured, my voice soft and resigned. Each word felt weighted with finality. "I love you, Rykor." My body slumped to the floor, the pain surging through me too much to bear. I knew this was it, and as I lay there listening to the chosen around me, my eyes fixated on the ceiling before me. I had played my death out in my mind a million times before that. When the time came, I would lay under the moon, letting its light bath me as I drifted away. This was not what I had dreamed, and as I lay there ready to die, my heart begged for me to hang on to

The Child stands rigid before the largest tear in the air, a jagged rip revealing not sky, but a chaotic, churning vortex of color and void. The Weaver’s tapestry. Or what’s left of it. Their small hands clutch the Mirror shard, knuckles white. Their usual soft light is frantic, strobing. "Go," I rasp, the word scraping my raw throat. "Slow it down. Anchor… I’m here." The promise feels flimsy, stupid, against the unraveling roar. They don’t look back. Just step into the tear. Vanished. Leaving me alone. Alone with the screaming air and the threads.

I live for you and die for you. If you reject me and push me away now, I wouldn't be able to stand it. I will lock and chain you by my side, so that you can never ever leave me... Is that scary?"

Tears brim his eyes and the last question comes out in a shaky breath. My tears stream down my face for the millionth time today. The round diamond sparkles spectacularly like the stars in the night sky. It's absolutely stunning. All the pain and suffering have led us to this moment. This moment in time where we can finally accept that nothing will stand in our way and nothing will ever tear us apart. We are it for each other forever. "Yes," I whisper. The End

Releasing the soul nectar to Ryan will only mean destruction for both realms, including the middle realm. "Thinks, Rey Reed," I heard someone whisper into my ear. I glimpsed at the being beside me, and I wasn't surprised to see my team. They have now spiralled around me, leaving me in their midst. "There must be a way out," Vee joined. Don't give up until death itself comes for you. Kira joins them.

He replied, leaning back in his seat. I clenched my jaw, the muscles ticking as my grip tightened on the glass, "I almost lost my daughter. She just stood there, watching a little child slowly die such a horrible death. And you expect me to overlook it?" The glass in my hand creaked under the pressure of my grip, and I forced myself to set it down before it shattered.

I said, and we laced our hands together. “No matter what, we will always have each other… even if we are taken apart…” Enzo said, and I nodded. Tears welled in my eyes because I knew that shortly, we would be separated for good.

The specter of death loomed on either side, and the weight of that realization pressed down on me with an unbearable force. Tears welled in my eyes as the full gravity of my decision became apparent. I hadn't refused them out of defiance alone; it was a preemptive strike against a future I feared. If the two Alphas were to fall, I would follow. The bond we shared extended beyond the physical, entwining our fates in a dance of inevitability. It was a dead end, a path of sorrow that I couldn't bear to walk again.

Those were the keepsakes we had gotten years ago—the ones we had taken as a symbol of our love. “You left without taking these,” William murmured. “That means you still care. Right? We can fix this.” His eyes lit up as I reached for them. For a brief second, I saw hope flicker across his face. Then I threw them to the floor. The ceramic shattered instantly, sharp shards scattering in all directions. A piece of the broken porcelain cut his arm. Another nicked Caleb’s cheek, making him wail in pain. But that had nothing to do with me.

I flung the remote at the TV in hurt and annoyance, and it produced an instant crack on the screen. I yelled out in agony as my heart tore into several tiny pieces. Oscar was dead. I saw him. I saw his blood. I saw the look of horror in his eyes as he lay in his own pool of blood, and his horrified and desperate voice, calling me over and asking for help continued to play in my head like an unwanted music. I closed my ears tightly with my hands to keep the words out, but it didn’t work. The tighter I pressed my hands against my ears, the louder the words sounded in my head.