What If The Other Half Got Snapped Novels & Stories

She was in pain, but that didn’t stop her. “Sophia. I am going to do something that we haven’t done before.” She warned me quickly as I felt the electricity coursing through our body. Something was about to happen. Trying to focus our mind on the attack, a sickening snap echoed through the air as Bria howled in pain, not being able to move. She falls to the ground. Her spine had been snapped in half from the force of the kick to our back.

I met its gaze. “Then I’ll hold it anyway.” The crack pulsed again. Harder. Stronger. The pressure surged. And suddenly— The threads snapped again. Several at once. The force slammed into me, knocking the breath out of my lungs as I staggered. “Elara!” I dropped to one knee, my vision blurring. Too much. It was too much. “I can’t—” I gasped. The connection wavered. The threads loosened. The crack surged wider.

I snapped. --- His gaze sharpened. --- “Am I?” he asked. --- And the worst part? For a second— I wasn’t sure. --- The First Break It happened fast. --- One of them moved. --- Not like before. Not a twitch. Not a slip. --- A step. Deliberate. --- My breath caught. --- I tightened my grip instantly—but this time it didn’t lock back into place as easily. --- “They’re pushing back,” Kael said. --- “No,” I said slowly.

And that’s when everything fell apart. The connection, the mate bond that we shared for barely a moment, unsnapped as easily as it had snapped into place. ‘BEN…’ I heard Sloane’s panicked voice in my head before everything between us disconnected. I yanked Marrok’s canines out of her neck, as Aisling’s snicked out of mine. “SLOANE! SLOANE!” I had no idea what was happening. Sloane was unconscious, her body going slack, while my body was still contracting with aftershocks. It’s like our mating killed her.

"Are you awake?" She yawned, the sensation echoing in my own jaw, strange and intimate—my wolf, tired and old in ways I did not understand. "Remember," she projected, her voice like stones grinding underwater, "doing this is very risky. You're currently in half-soul." Half-soul, because the tether had split me and loving him meant fracturing something in myself that might never heal. My mind told me not to, and every instinct screamed for me to wait, but I had watched the stone climb his chest and felt his heartbeat stutter against my palm. There was no other way. There was only me on my knees, pouring what remained of myself into him until one of us broke.

The beast growled at the irony in this. Albericus turned to me with a frown on his face. “Wait, you mean that girl who tripped Vivian in the training field? I thought you said she wasn’t mated?” I nodded. As soon as I snapped her neck, her spark went out because she was mated, half of it remained—her other half. “She wasn’t. The guy said he just found her earlier that day. They wanted to get to know each other because she wasn’t sure he was good enough,” Hogan said, standing up and looking blankly at the wall over my head.

“…half you.” I glare. “Say what you want to say.” “Half of a broken bond,” she whispers. I freeze. “No.” “She needs a completed bond between her parents. That is what the journals said. That is what every healer across generations writes. A pup born from a severed mate connection can only stabilize if the bond heals.” My voice drops to a dangerous quiet. “I will not be bound to him.” “Elena. She might die.” I grip the sheets so hard my knuckles whiten. “There has to be another way.”

"The truth? I don't believe that story you said in the Meet. It's very hard to start believing in something just because the other person says so. You realize when you believe something all your life, some unknown person suddenly says the belief that you had until now is wrong?' He paused trying to make her understand. She nodded a little asking him to continue. "To answer your question about the mate bond, Yes! I did hesitate because you are my mate. Understand this each of us wait all our life for our other halves, and when the other half turns out to be a person, you don't want them to be, that in itself is a big disappointment. We can't change that; none of us can change what the other p

“It happens in rare occurrences. I have only borne witness to one person who suffered from it. When one's other half dies, it can lead to becoming detached from your wolf. People who suffer from it find it difficult to control their wolves, especially during the full moon. The worst part is that when the wolf comes out, it has usually lost all control of itself. Its thinking is gone, a side effect of the forced snapping of the bond. It runs solely on instinct. Its pure torture for the human and the wolf. Sometimes it's only the wolf that goes insane, other times it's both of them. I can't tell which one is worse.” She shook her head, as though trying to rid herself of the thought. “The worst

His fingers find the clasp of my bra and with one practiced movement—one hand—he unhooks it. Heat floods through me. I'm pulling at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine— 'Crack.' We both freeze. The sound of wood snapping. Or a branch breaking. Or footsteps. We break apart, breathing hard, staring at each other with wide eyes. I look past him into the darkness of the trees. "What was that?"