And The Cracks Begin To Show Novels & Stories

The cracks didn’t stop at their faces. Once the first lines appeared, the fractures spread fast. Ethan’s smirk split down the middle, fissures racing over his skin like frost. My sister’s raised brow shattered into a spiderweb that crawled across her cheeks, her mouth, her eyes. For a heartbeat, they tried to keep talking, mouths moving around the same old lines. “Your little stories—” “—just a phase—” The words broke with them.

It’s a mess in my room and my baby bump is visible now. The morning sickness are now gone but the craving of foods continue, I wake up sometimes in the middle of the night and heard myself screaming on my dream… it replays every night when I sleep and I’m assuming it was the day of the accident. I heard myself too murmuring something but I can’t clearly tell what I said.

“Can you?” Alessio’s mouth found him again. “Not tonight.” The light flickered once more. And when it came back fully the mirror was cracked. A single line through the center. Like a warning. Like a countdown.

Empires do not fall in a single moment. --- They don’t collapse with one strike— --- One failure— --- One mistake. --- They fall slowly. --- From within. --- Cracks forming long before anyone sees them. --- And by the time it becomes visible— --- It is already too late. --- The system trembled. --- Not violently. --- Not completely. --- But enough. --- Enough for the first fracture to show. --- Elena felt it ripple beneath her feet— ---

“It’s a beginning.” The shadow lifted both arms. The sky trembled. And across the entire world Small silver cracks began appearing overhead. The door had been sealed… But now the sky itself was breaking And this time, it wasn’t Vega opening it.

For both our sakes. But deep down, I knew the cracks were getting bigger. And one day soon, the ice was going to break completely.

EPILOGUE Today, our life is not a fairy tale. It is not a storybook with perfect chapters and tidy endings. It is more like a hand-thrown pottery bowl. Lopsided. Full of cracks. Each crack is carefully glued with gold, each breaking a place of strength. You can see the lines where it was broken, but they shine now. The flaws hold the bowl together, make it heavier, make it ours.

*Chapter 85* Cracks in the Ice. *Word count: ∼2133~words* The first crack didn’t come from River Claw. It came from inside. Day forty-seven after the ruling, and Red Fang was still quiet. Too quiet for some. The southern grounds were producing more than expected. Stores were full. Cubs were gaining weight. But peace had a cost Luna hadn’t planned for: boredom mixed with old anger. It started in the training yard at dawn.

Every crack in the world. A thousand voices screamed in unison, and the sky split open. This wasn’t the battle. This was the beginning

THE CRACK... "Why are we really here?" Felan asked, crossing her arms. "For this." Pauly answered her, moving her hands in a wide open motion. "This dam. It has started cracking and all of the professionals we have asked to come out, tell us it can't be fix. The crack has recently gotten bigger and if the crack reaches the water it will break." Pauly said, pausing to gather her thoughts and emotions.