Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Because of that stupid dog, half of my face is now unsightly! “My lord, calm down, I can have the tub prepared if you wish.” “No. Darren will pay dearly for scarring me, I’ll watch him die with the scar he gave me, then I’ll erase him like I’ll do to him and then everything will be perfect.” “Whatever you say sir...Apocalypse?” Dylan frowning gaze falls on mine. Yep, Apocalypse, she almost retook Nicolette’s form; I barely made it in time to get her away from the clutches of the goddess...I never suspected she would go down in the war too.

It dissolved into mist, fading into nothingness and leaving him exposed. Elijah was quick to lift his hands, stepping forward and shoving his palms to Apollo’s chest – ensuring his fire touched him, and only him. But he didn’t need to. Lily tore through his shoulder. The brown wolf scraped its teeth down his face. And the wounds marring his chest came alive, the black magic no longer there to hold his blood and guts in his body. A gory tidal wave splashed out of him and then, with a cry of horror, Apollo fell to his knees.

The time was just 10 am, meaning Zeenah had left before that. He groaned angrily and wished there was a way he could destroy Aliyah for trying to destroy. The number she had been contacting him was not going through anymore. He had been trying for the last four days, but nothing. He couldn't reach her, there was no way he could beg her to clear the uncomfortable air she had created around them. His heart was a jumble of thick emotions. It ached, way more than he had thought it would. Needless to say, he was broken, entirely. He wished there was a miracle, a sudden miracle that would bring Zeenah back to her senses.

Now he faced a hollowed frame, all sharp edges and fragility, skin pale and stretched thin, shoulders jutting like wings broken under weight. It’s only been days, Alaric thought, his mind screaming though his face stayed still. Just days, and he’s shattered. How much more can fate steal from him before there’s nothing left? He drew Kael gently into his arms, pressing a kiss to damp hair, forcing his voice to stay steady. “Come, beloved. Let me bathe you. Let me hold you clean again.” But inside, he was breaking; crying, raging… Alaric guided Kael slowly into the washroom, his arm wrapped protectively around his waist. When the lamplight fell across Kael’s body, his breath stilled.

It carved through the rot, slicing into my brain like clarity. Priscilla. My knees buckled. Then surged. I shifted. Not slow. Not soft. It was violent. Bones snapped, reshaped. Skin torn and mended. My spine bent backwards with a wet crack, and then I hit the ground on all fours—a beast unchained. Black fur. Gold eyes. Fangs too long. Claws sharpened by war. Not just Alpha. Apocalypse. I ran. No… I launched forward—limbs pounding against stone and ash, my body moving faster than thought. Every step echoed like thunder behind me. The tunnels tried to close, but I was faster. The rot tried to rise, but I was already past it.

But there was also something else—unfinished echoes, wounds that had never been allowed to close. “Please,” Bella whispered, hesitating to actually look at Dave. She turned instead to Marcus, really looking at him for the first time in weeks. He was… ruined. The Alpha who had once moved about with an effortless air of confidence now seemed emptied of himself. The pallor of his skin was almost translucent, his eyes cloudy and sunken in dark orbits that would take a heavy toll in a lifetime yet to be lived. Shadows gathered beneath his eyes in dark reminders of restless nights and regret.

He yawned softly. “I’m sleepy.” Lucian pulled us both into his chest. For the first time in a long time the air felt calm. Quiet. Peaceful. But behind us. The cracked crystal gave one last pulse. Boom. A small piece broke off. And somewhere far away. A new howl answered. ~THE END~

But I had nothing to offer her, nothing but the remnants of a shattered heart and a relentless darkness that refused to be tamed. As soon as Lyla left, I called a meeting of my pack. We had important matters to discuss, matters that would determine the fate of our pack and the world we lived in. As Alpha, it was my duty to lead and protect them, and I would do so with the same ferocity that had earned me the title of the Broken Alpha. As the pack members gathered in the meeting hall, I could sense their unease. They could feel the storm brewing, the tension building beneath the surface of our fragile peace. My Beta, Cole, stood beside me, his expression unreadable, but I knew he shared my co

Hey guys, I want to thank everyone that was with me throughout the journey of this book and i appreciation you guys for supporting me even in my inconsistency. I want to use this medium to announce that Fallen Apart has finally come to an end. Yeah, it’s a bit heartbreaking to close the Chapter of Aria and Dave forever.