A Crack In Everything Book Novels & Stories

he muttered as he shuddered, and the shattering exploded out into the world! He reveal his acceptance and his body slowly come to a crack. Strangely, every pores in his body open and the dim of light slowly come out; they slowly brightened and as if regain what really their purpose all this time! Above, the never been seen of sight comes to sight; and this strange bugs coming from the crack is slowly look up, as so the cracking body of the prince is reaching the final halt and disappeared with the fragment covering his very existence! Left in the biggest hole that not even kilometer in height is the fireflies. Together with the roaring and clenching that is continue this whole time, they spr

⸻ Until the crack appeared. ⸻ A single fracture. ⸻ Small. Thin. ⸻ Yet the moment it emerged, every being present felt the same thing. ⸻ Fear. 😨 ⸻ Because that crack should not exist. ⸻ Not in a newborn reality. ⸻ Not in a world built from understanding. ⸻ Not in a universe created through choice. ⸻ And yet… There it was. ⸻ Waiting. ⸻ Watching. ⸻

I had endured their words for years, learned how to let them pass through me without leaving visible cracks. But something about this felt wrong.Because when I touched the crystal…I had felt something.Not warmth.Not light.Something cold.Something that moved.A sudden cracking sound split through the air, sharp enough to silence the laughter instantly.My head snapped up.A thin, jagged line of black was spreading across the surface of the crystal. The elder stumbled back, all color draining from his face as he stared.“That… that should be impossible.”The crack deepened, branching outward in twisting lines that resembled veins, dark and unnatural as they spread across the once-glowing surface.

he murmured. My head snapped toward him. “What is?” But he didn’t answer. Because suddenly The ground cracked open. Not outward. Downward. A thin line of light split the floor beneath me, stretching like a fault line into darkness below. Cold air rushed upward. Ancient. Heavy. Alive. My breath hitched violently. “No… no, no, no The second heartbeat surged again—but violently this time, like it was being pulled toward the crack. I stumbled back instinctively—

“What is?” “That thing,” she said, pointing weakly toward the fracture. “It’s not free. Not yet.” As if the world itself wanted to prove her wrong— The chains in her mind snapped. Not all. But one. A deep, echoing crack rang out from the hollow, and the energy surged violently upward, forcing everyone back as a shockwave ripped through the ground. Stone shattered. Dust exploded into the air. And something pushed closer to the surface. A shape. Still incomplete.

It was a crack. And cracks didn’t need violence to destroy everything.

Before I could say more, the world around us cracked. At first, it was a faint sound, like thin ice under pressure. A sharp, crisp line sliced across the sky, glowing white for one long second before spreading. Another crack followed, this one louder. The sky split open as if some unseen hand had taken a hammer to my reality. Pieces of the clouds shattered like glass and disappeared into the void. The city buildings around us flickered in and out, their foundations melting into glowing grids before blinking back as unstable outlines. The world I wished into existence, the world I begged the stars to give me, the world I built from a single longing for him… began to fall apart in front of us.

More light exploded from my hand. The Heir didn’t move. Not an inch. It pressed its whole palm against the shield— BOOM. The world shuddered. The dirt trembled. The sky flickered. The air cracked. The ruins shook. My heart nearly jumped out of me. A sound like glass cracking filled the air. Spiderweb cracks raced across the shield— Across the ground— Across the sky— Across everything— And then my breath caught because I realized: It wasn’t the shield cracking. It was the whole world.

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

I sat cross-legged on my living room floor, wearing nothing but an oversized black t-shirt that barely reached my thighs, my dark hair spilling loose over my shoulders. The air smelled of damp wood and the vanilla candle flickering on my coffee table, casting jittery shadows across the room. In my hands was a leather-bound book I’d picked up at a flea market that morning—an impulse buy, its pages yellowed and etched with strange symbols. I thought it was just some occult novelty, but boredom and the storm’s restless energy had me flipping through it, reading aloud words I didn’t understand.