What If The Other Half Got Snapped Novels & Stories

Many rumours had made the rounds that my mother had a sixth sense and that she sometimes knew things. Jax fell down next to Chris and put his head on her lap and I shook my head as I looked at them. Would I ever have that with Rylee? I’ve only ever heard of one person that rejected the bond and it made him bitter and angry. We weren’t blessed with an infinite number of bond halves but I’ve heard of it happening when your other half dies.

Because the ritual doesn’t fully work. A shudder tears through me as her scream fades—but not completely. The chain at my core snaps, not in release, but in rupture. I collapse, my limbs trembling uncontrollably, but something inside me burns still. She is not gone. Not truly. Not whole, either. The bond is broken—but not severed.

Learning things from Snare, why would she even suggest that? “Snare was an evil bastard. I’m not talking about the things he did. I’m talking about what he was. Half Lycan. Half Shifter. He fooled everyone, absolutely everyone. It was impossible to tell that he wasn’t a Lycan, I mean he turned himself into a woman. He had the King believing him. He had every one of us believing him. Accept Drake.” “Grants twin?” “They were mated, Snare and Drake.” “I know that. Lilah and Linc have told me all about that and how Snare killed him.”

,he asked urgently. "The mate bond",Kendrick managed to choke out. "It's snapping". "Oh no",Jack whispered. "What? What does it mean?", Tabitha asked. "Shifters feel terrible pains when the mate bond snaps",he said. "But what could cause the mate bond to snap?". "Two things",Leo said in a grave tone as Kendrick cried out again, this time in a louder, harder voice. "Either Serena is dead, or she's mated to someone else".

Suppressing my disgust, I padded forward and took a tentative bite. Ugh. It was even harder to swallow than it looked. But when I glanced up and caught the faint curve at the corner of her lips, it suddenly didn’t taste quite as bad. At the same time, a quiet sense of relief washed over me. Thankfully, I hadn’t met her in my human form, nor had we gotten to sealing the mate bond. From what I knew, when one half of a true mate bond died, the other didn’t simply grieve—they withered.

I snap my frustration getting the better of me. “ we are only half wolf ! We can’t have a mate , it’s just not possible. We barely qualify as a wolf why would we get a happy ending?”. She seem to ponder this for a moment. “But he’s ours Nova ! I told you he felt familiar! Obviously we don’t feel the mate bond as strongly as he does because we aren’t completely wolf but he’s ours ! He’s gorgeous and strong , a little moody for sure but we can fix that with time” she says with a wink.

“My wolf is going crazy inside me right now. He had it worse and has been cursing me nonstop since the other night. If he had his way, he would have broken free from me.” I laughed at his words. I already like his wolf and I know my other half will like him. Pause, that’s an understatement. They haven’t met yet and she was already crazy about him. Even right now, I could feel her doing a happy dance inside me. Of the both of us, she is definitely the happiest that I made up with Andres. “My other half has been going crazy too.” I told him and cocked his head to the side. “Other half? That’s what you call her?”

The caught thug, a mix of panic and anger, shouted back, "Shut it! He's too strong. What are you waiting for? Help me out here!" Snap! Liam twisted his hand, and the sound of snapping bones echoed, followed by the thug's howl of pain. With a swift kick, Liam sent him hurtling through the air.

Because of my inability to feel certain things? “Don’t dump it on me. You’re the one making stupid choices,” I muttered, looking out the window in annoyance. Both of us had been yelling at each other. I was pretty sure the guards outside could hear us arguing like six-year-olds in here. It wasn’t my fault that I was a half-vampire. It wasn’t my fault I couldn’t feel the mate bond. I was getting beyond frustrated. He calmed down and pinched the bridge of his nose. When he opened his hazel eyes again, they were soft. Kind. Desperate. Sad.

“You’ll do well letting me go if you know what’s good for you, Zayn. At least, you’ll get to see another day! Otherwise, prepare to—” Snap! His neck was severed into halves as his pupils widened in disbelief, his sentence hanging without an end.