A Broken Blade Booktok Novels & Stories

Jеѕuѕ, how dіd thіѕ gо so wrong? [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 63] ******** Author Note: I feel really bad for Blake. It hurts me too. 😢 Please leave a review if you did not yet. I don't second time either.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

“I will find the book, and will offer it to your foe as a wreath.” Mayari Tabbu breathed in when the Phantom in front of her disappeared. For she could only think of a person who could have betrayed her and the Kingdom, and she thought what is the thing she was fearful of suddenly appeared. She stared at the Black Blade again and this time she reached out for it, her fingertips touching the brand. But then she felt the blade slice her finger, drawing blood from her hand. “An enchanted blade…” Her eyes widened at the thought. And now she’s even more curious about how the blade was made. And the woman or man who framed her — Mayari Tabbu could never forgive. Once she finds out the truth — the

I felt Gary's heart ached at the sight of me, sitting on the edge of my bed, my eyes red and swollen from crying. "Rora," he whispered softly. "I'm sorry," I apologized without even knowing. "Are you alright?" he asked instead, his voice filled with genuine concern. I looked into his eyes as my voice cracked, I struggled to find words. "I... I don't know how to fix this brokenness inside me, Gary. It feels like everything is falling apart, and I don't know how to put the pieces back together." I admitted, my vulnerability shining through. "You don't have to fix everything all at once, Aurora," he reassured me gently. "Healing takes time, and it's okay to feel broken right now. But remember,

Where he had stood, only fire-smoke and silence remained. --- I stood over the ruin, shaking, blood soaking my arm, lungs scraping like torn bellows. My wolf pressed its muzzle against my ribs. Nyxara whispered, quiet now: The first god has fallen. The words echoed. The First Blade was dead. By my hand.

And through it, she saw the anomaly: herself, wielding the Blade, challenging the system. A deep, resonant voice filled the void. “The broken thread seeks to undo what is perfect. The anomaly must be corrected.” Seraphine’s heart pounded. “And I will not be corrected,” she said, voice steady. “Not by you, not by fate, not by anyone.” The Blade flared brightly, responding to her defiance, sending waves of silver light across the dark expanse. The Architect recoiled slightly, sensing the power of the anomaly, the bond, the Blade.

Not now. l held my sword as l stood beside , Fabian as he weighed an old steel and new blade he just got. The intense feelings within me was sharp and shallow . Everything was breaking apart with screams, fire and steel clashing in the air but I didn’t let myself slip. I couldn’t. The world was breaking around me, but through the smoke, I saw him, Fabian....and in that moment he was the only thing keeping me from shattering. The assassin.

Into the blade. Light flooded the black metal, filling the carved symbols. They glowed – wrong at first, resisting – then cracked. A sharp, splintering sound split the air. Mira's eyes widened. "No – " I tightened my grip. Pushed. The gold burned brighter – hotter than anything I'd felt before. The blade fractured. Lines spreading like spiderwebs across its surface – then it shattered. Shards exploded outward. One sliced across my arm. Another caught Mira's cheek.