Till Death Tear Us Apart Novels & Stories

Rose muttered, her voice quivering with disbelief and distress. She knelt beside Prisca, her hands shaking as she gently tried to rouse her. "Prisca, come on, stay with me," Rose pleaded, her voice a mix of desperation and fear. But there was no response, and the silence that enveloped them was heavy with a truth Rose couldn't bear to accept. Prisca was dead. Tears blurred Rose's vision as she frantically fumbled for her phone. Her trembling fingers struggled to dial Max's number, her mind racing as she prayed for his quick response. She held the phone to her ear, her breaths ragged as she waited for him to pick up.

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."

Not destroyed. Spread. Everywhere. My breath hitched. “No…” I whispered, tears spilling over. “That’s worse…” Because it meant There would be no me left. Just pieces. Fragments. Used. Shared. Gone. The pull intensified again. Stronger. Unstoppable. My body lifted higher, suspended between them and something far beyond. Nathan’s voice broke through the chaos, raw and desperate. “LILA! HOLD ON!” I looked at him. Really looked.

His body tensed, movements becoming sharper, less controlled, like he was starting to lose hold of it entirely. My breath caught. This wasn’t sustainable. Whatever he had done whatever he had taken into himself. It was tearing him apart. And he didn’t even see it. Or worse, he didn’t care. The sky above us darkened suddenly. Not gradually. Not naturally. One second it was clear. The next, it cracked. A sharp, blinding line split across the heavens, like the world itself had fractured. Light poured through the tear, cold and overwhelming, washing over the battlefield in an instant.

Her delicate features were perfect, making her look like the goddess herself. I took a deep breath, steadying myself. This would be the last time. I stepped closer to the bed, holding out my hands. The faint glow of my healing ability flickered at my fingertips, growing brighter as I focused my energy. “If you do this, Evelyn, we will be no more.” The wolf, my wolf, objects. I cannot concede, not now. We have gone past the point of no return. “I’m sorry, Ariella,” I whisper, as the searing pain of separation begins to rumble deep in my core. I am not sure I will survive this, at least not whole. I know that when Areila is gone, a piece of me will have died forever.

A single tear rolls down her cheek over those adorable freckles. Automatically my hand comes up, my thumb catching that lonesome tear. I lick the tear tasting the drop of liquid. “She broke me.” I could hear my own sadness, my emotions climbing up my throat making it thick and hard to swallow. “She betrayed the moon goddess’s sacred bond and in the worst way, she chose another over me while wearing my mark. When she died, took her own life, leaving me and our daughter to pick up the pieces… I swore I would never mark another.”

"I've thought of a way to untangle the chains between us. "We have to completely cut ties with each other. If I'm dead, that'll mark the end of our ill-fated destiny. Goodbye, Ethan." "No! Liv!" She withdrew her gaze and fell backward.

The bond we once shared is now fractured, shattered by the choices we've made and the path we've taken. I close my eyes, preparing myself for the end. A mix of emotions floods through me—regret for the lost possibilities, sadness for the love that once burned brilliance between us, and acceptance of my fate. I have fought fierce, but I understand that in this battle, my defeat is inevitable. The sound of steel cutting the air reaches my ears and I wait for the impact. For the pain that will extinguish my existence.

“Time remaining: ten minutes. Sequence nearing termination. Resistance is ineffective.” I clenched my fists, summoning every spark of power, every connection from mortals, from Kieran, from Death himself. “Not ineffective! Not while we can fight! Not while we can choose!” Kieran’s hands fell to my face. “Then we break it. Together. Every rule, every calculation, every cold design… we break it. For life. For love. For hope.” I swallowed, tears streaming freely. “Yes… we break it. Together.” Suddenly, a ripple of power surged through me. I felt Death’s essence flicker, weakening. But a part of him clung to Kieran… and through Kieran, to me.

“Listen he’s not like us but he is like us. We need to talk about whether or not we want to break the connection!” Maya was the first to speak. “No, we can’t break it. I like wyatt. He’s sweet.” Everyone rolled their eyes. “I say break it. We don’t need that or him in our lives, it's just going to go downhill.” Lillian said, crossing her arms. “Besides if we keep it then I am going to be in charge and none of you want that.” Everyone looked down and got quiet.