All The Broken Places Novels & Stories

I try anyway. Pain answers. A reinforced steel beam lies across my lower body, heavy and unmoving, pinning me to the broken earth like a final judgment. I scream this time, a raw, broken sound that tears through my throat before dissolving into coughing. Dust floods my mouth and lungs. I choke, gag, and the world spins. I try to shift back.

The light collapses, howling, and the hand goes with it—dragged screaming into nothing by Kael’s chains. The silence after is worse than the noise. The Broken City is gone. The spires, the streets, the river of glass—vanished. All that’s left is a plain of black ash under a dead sky. And the Throne. Empty. I fall to my knees. My hands scrape stone. My throat is raw from screaming his name. And the bond— The bond is a thread of smoke. Fading. “No.” My voice cracks like glass. “No, no, no—”

They did not yet understand that once fault lines appeared, the ground never returned to what it had been. I stood at the window long after the lights dimmed, watching Ravenwood change in quiet, irreversible ways. Whatever came next would not be decided in a single moment or decree. It would be shaped by these cracks, by who stepped across them, and by who refused. They were shifting. And I would be ready when they finally broke.

“It didn’t feel like fighting. It felt like… drowning.” Ghost’s gaze didn’t waver. “That’s what it feels like when someone breaks you down long enough. You start believing the water’s stronger than you.” He stepped closer, but not too close. Just enough that his presence anchored her. “But you’re still here. You didn’t let it take you.” Her eyes burned, tears stinging. She dropped her gaze, whispering, “I don’t know how much longer I can keep pretending I’m not broken.” “You are broken,” Ghost said simply. “We all are. Difference is whether you stay shattered, or let people help you put the pieces back.”

Luna turned four in the midst of increasing chaos. Reality cracks now occurred daily across all alliance territories. Kade's early warning system helped minimize casualties, but they couldn't prevent the psychological toll of watching the world literally tear apart. "Happy birthday, baby," Aria said, helping Luna into a new dress. Blue, not grey. Never grey. "Is the world going to break on my birthday?" Luna asked matter-of-factly. She'd become accustomed to the cracks, treated them like weather patterns.

Mine does too, But I learnt to smile, Against all odds. Heartbreak, Trauma, Depression, They made a home in me, Did they try same with you too? You're the kind of broken, That people far and wide, Would one day come to watch. Your scars would be beautiful, It'll shine for all to see. You're a different kind of beautiful, You're broken beautiful. A masterpiece, Most times isn't perfect. It's the flaws, That creates art. Be proud of yourself,

I'm on your magical mystery ride And I'm so dizzy, don't know what hit me, but I'll be alright My head's under water But I'm breathing fine You're crazy and I'm out of my mind 'Cause all of me Loves all of you Love your curves and all your edges All your perfect imperfections Give your all to me I'll give my all to you You're my end and my beginning Even when I lose I'm winning 'Cause I give you all, all of me And you give me all, all of you. "This song is so true," Damien said. "Yeah?" "I mean listen to it. It always makes me think about you. Always. And I love that." He closed his eyes. I closed mine too and concentrated on the lyrics. How many times do I have to tell you Even when you're

Every good girl is warned about the bad boy, who goes looking for trouble, with split lips and bruised knuckles. But no one warns you about the broken ones,who stay so silent, you begin to wonder what's brewing in their heads, whose grey eyes are so hollow with intense sadness and darkness to them. Boys with rings underneath their eyes. Boys who whisper things so sweet and quietly you wonder if he was an angel. Luca is your broken bad boy, with a thunderstorm brewing deeply in his eyes, he finally finds someone who brings light to his life. Turns out she's also broken too. Together, through battles and unbreakable walls, they try to help each other fix their broken pieces.

The sun over Lagos burned without mercy, turning every metal roof into a sheet of fire. At the bus stop, the air quivered with exhaust fumes, impatient honks, and voices raised in the daily battle of survival. Promise stood apart from the crowd, clutching her bag tightly against her body. Her red heels pressed into the cracked pavement, the straps biting her ankles, but her chin stayed level. The words she had written the night before pulsed through her veins: Broken shoes, unbroken steps.

*The Broken Stones — Sunrise* The first howl split the sky. It was long and low, a sound that vibrated through the world. Wolves from all packs raised their heads as one, answering the call. At the Broken Stones, the world was already broken. Mist coiled over shattered pillars. The ground bore the grooves of dragged bodies, and the faint scent of blood clung to every breath of wind. Elira still stood at the heart of it all with Lesley standing just behind her.