A Broken Blade Booktok Novels & Stories

Pathetic. I raise my arms, blade poised high, cold steel gleaming beneath the flickering light. I scream as I drive the blade deep into his chest, feeling it slice through flesh, muscle, and bone. I feel the brittle snap of our withered bond breaking inside me like a dry twig, echoing in my ribs. I press the blade in harder, snarling into his wild, panicked eyes, forcing him to relive every pathetic moment of his pitiful life as it bleeds out of him.

“I am on your side. I always will be. But… breaking a mate bond isn’t simple.” “Why can’t it be?” My voice came out louder than I meant. “People break bonds all the time. So why can’t mine be simple?” She paused, then carefully, like she was weighing every word, she added, “His wound. You’ve seen it’s not healing the way it should.” “I know,” I snapped. “It’s because of the blade. It was laced with dark magic.” She went quiet. Not arguing. Just… letting me hear myself.

She had been broken, and this time, broken beyond repair. Ryder had no soul. Every promise, every word spoken in love was nothing but a means to get what he wanted. She walked into the large room filled with the lemon and lime scent of his aftershave and closed the door behind her. and grabbed a small leather bag resting on top of the sink. She opened it and found a pair of scissors he had once used to turture another werewolf. Turning, she leaned her back against the sink, and closed her eyes. This was the only way to be free. She could not bare to wake up one more day knowing she belonged to Ryder. To crave his touch when she knew she should hate him. He had successfully made her his playt

I had pushed her out of the way to protect her, taking the impact myself and ending up paralyzed, never to walk again. One of my kidneys had even ended up failing. However, since Queenie had been pregnant at the time, I had begged the doctor not to tell her to avoid upsetting her. When I had first learned I was paralyzed, I hadn't wanted to burden Queenie and had even considered divorcing her. But she had stubbornly refused, saying she loved me and would stay by my side no matter what. Yet, time could be both cruel and unyielding. The woman who had once said she would always love me and stay by my side had eventually disappeared. Now, as I looked at her holding a knife to Leroy's neck, deman

Instead, she reached up and slapped me, her small hand connecting with my cheek with a surprising amount of force. "How dare you!" she shouted, her voice trembling with righteous anger. "You think your arrogance gives you the right to disregard the needs of others? Move your car, now!!" My pack members, who had been waiting nearby, looked on in shock as the human woman stood up to me, the infamous Broken Alpha. I clenched my fists, torn between the urge to lash out and the grudging respect I felt for her courage. "Fine!," I growled, my voice low and dangerous.

Blinding, sudden, cruelly sharp. Bella gasped and found herself standing behind a marble pillar inside a grand estate she hadn’t seen in years. Chandeliers glowed overhead. Servants hurried past with lowered heads, carrying trays, folding linens, murmuring orders. Everything moved with mechanical precision, as though the house itself dictated their breathing. Her heart began to race. This isn’t right. This was Alpha Griffin’s packhouse. Her fingers curled into fists as fragments of memory clawed at her mind—Dave’s arms around her, his voice promising destruction for anyone who touched her, the Supreme Council chamber erupting into chaos.

But he straightened his shoulders, trying to project confidence he didn't feel. "We face them," he said. But as we walked back toward the main hall to deal with our enemies, the cold emptiness where Axel should be in my heart grew even more painful. And through our fractured bond, I felt another spike of his agony. My mate was out there being tortured. Blake was becoming something monstrous. My abilities were spiraling beyond control. And now the Broken Howl Cartel had come to collect what they thought we owed them, at the exact moment we were weakest.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

This time, I yanked my hand from his grip, frowning. Glancing at Tone whose face was back to its usual sternness, I knew this was a perfect moment to get rid of Blade. "Hey, I'm sorry and I know this might sound crazy, but let's break up." “What?!” Raina screamed. Blade’s eyes widened and took a step back. His expression switched to a frown before it rested as a blank expression, then he smiled. "I don’t understand why you’d accept my proposal and break up with me on the same day. I know our feelings are not mutual, but I like you more than anyone else in the world. Everyday, I think about you, I dream about you, and nothing else makes sense until I see or talk to you.

you unmade me. "The blade demands blood," a voice whispered beneath the agony—Cael’s voice. Guiding. Twisting. Smiling". My senses collapsed—numb, deadened—swallowed by the silence of submission. Yet again, I was not Henry. Not anymore. Just the Blade. Just ruin it in a man’s shape. It laughed through me—mad, broken, triumphant—as I watched from behind a prison of bone and blood, begging to be free, even as the monster and still, I raised my hands—because the Blade still wasn’t done. It wanted more destruction, more chaos, more blood.