Novel & Cerita A Broken Blade Booktok

His weak hands found mine as he tried to pry my fingers off the blade but my girl remained firm as I pressed the blade deeper into his chest. His grip loosened, his hands falling to his side. I released the blade, standing to my feet. “ In this life and in the next, you'd never make the mistake of taking what belongs to me.” I marched the blade down, his body jolted, blood rolling down his mouth. I closed his eyes, tossing his body into the flames as I crept to the window.

She asked sincerely. I waved her off. “Oh, yes. Just a routine check-up. Nothing to worry about.” She smiled and pulled her book out of her backpack. “May I share your book. I forgot mine.” She slid the book across the table between me and her. “Of course.” The rest of my day was uneventful. I stayed away from Angel and Lucas. They surprisingly kept their distance as well. Though I didn’t miss the death stares from Lucas during gym. I left campus and headed straight home. I figured I would give looking for a job a break for now. Especially since I will soon be working off debt during the times I expected to work an actual job.

A broken blade appeared in front of him, and it was surrounded by a dark gray mist. The broken blade had dark red runes around it that glowed faintly. There was a strange form of energy to it. Fane attacked so quickly that those two did not have the time to react at all. He pushed forward, and the Broken Soul Blade immediately rushed into the cyclone with imperious force.

The blade trembled, fissures glowing bright along its edge. “No!” Ashen shouted. “This blade is eternal—it cannot break!” Rowan held her ground, pouring everything she was into that fire—not fate, not fear, but choice. “You don’t get to control my story anymore,” she said. The blade shattered. A burst of light exploded through the ruins, pieces of corrupted metal flying across the stone. Ashen fell to her knees, staring at the broken hilt in her hand, her expression cracking with it. “This… this wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” Ashen whispered. “The prophecy said—”

she screamed out fire and brimstone from her lungs, as if she had been heartbroken by her boyfriend. “ Aria, I didn’t mean to. It was a mistake..” my eyes dilated, as I saw the pains in her eyes, it was more than being heartbroken. Aria is so addicted to her books, that when you break her books you break her… you break lose memories that was meant to be hidden.

Alika’s POV There was a page in the book that hadn’t been there the night before. I was sure of it. Pressed between a crumbling leaf and the edge of a wax-stained page, it had appeared like a wound reopening—a set of instructions written in a woman's looping hand, smudged with something that looked like dried ash and blood. "When the fire takes, the bond breaks. But only if danced in truth. Only under stars that forget."

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

The fire that made me me flickering. “Please…” I whispered to the sky, to the stars, to the Goddess. Just then, the blade began to glow,brighter, fiercer like a star being born and dying all at once. My skin prickled, the air humming with a power too ancient, too wild to belong in this world anymore. It wasn’t just my strength leaving me it was being taken, stolen, funneled into the very man who had brought nothing but ruin. Darius yanked the blade free with a sickening sound, and I crumpled like a broken doll. Blood pooled beneath me, warm against the cold earth.

That sentence cuts deeper than any blade. My chest tightens. My heart screams at me to stop. But I do not. I turn away sharply. “Get out of my sight,” I snap. I hear a soft sound. A broken sound. Blake does not speak again. My wolf howls in pain. And I ignore it. Because breaking him feels easier than breaking myself.

“Go on, broken girl. The palace isn’t kind to the weak.” I walked past her without another word, each step heavy, each breath a battle. Behind her, Siena’s laughter echoed—sharp, cruel, and victorious.