Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

BACK TO PRESENT: The world didn't just go silent. It stopped and a thunderous crack rippled across every realm. Allistair’s body arched violently in Lucifer’s arms, Chaos spilling out of him in waves of colored black, red and white, each pulse a shattering force that broke the ground beneath them.

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

But then she stopped and turned to face him again as if she forgot to say something. "And by the way, I never regret breaking up with you, don’t overdo it Lyken," she smiled sweetly and her voice came out naturally. Jada then went straight to her room while Lyken was rooted in his place. After everything she said so far, that last statement was the most heartbreaking. Of course, she really won't regret breaking up with him after what she saw. Who wouldn’t when everything she saw scarred her heart? Someone tapped Lyken’s shoulder, it was Kobe. Then Honey hugged him, she was crying. He knew she's hurt seeing her best friend like this. It was the same for him.

She walks with elegance and prudence but could speak a curse that would leave you both lost and confused, shattered and broken but most of all deeply in love. That's how I ended up here in this situation I am in now, losing everything and everyone closest to me. Leaving me alone, depending on her for love, on her to put a stop to my lust, and on her to fill me up when I’m empty to stick me back together when I'm broken. I should have known that something was wrong, that something didn't quite fit together perfectly, no matter how many times Althea would beg me to look closer and pay attention.

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A heartbreaker will never be able to mend a broken heart. I haven't finished rupturing yet. Although the clunks and crashes of disintegrating parts of me have stopped, my muscles are still quivering. Occasionally, I'd hear fragments crumbling into even tinier shreds as they fell to the ground. The pillars of my hopes and the foundation of my worth have yet to crumble, and the agony is being prolonged and exacerbated as a result of this gradual, piecemeal collapse. My heart has not yet recovered from the pain of loss. I couldn't sleep at night because I could hear its growl so loudly in the distance. Your name would scream from the rooftops, and none of the songs on our playlist could calm my

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.

“Moon forgive us, what have we become.” And in that moment, as the last echo of the joined howl tore into the sky, the moon itself split with a crack like shattering stone, a scar of darkness streaking across its pale surface, a wound that every wolf felt in their bones. The silence that followed was worse than the sound, heavy and absolute, and when Fenric lowered his head his eyes blazed with fire that no wolf could deny. His voice, quiet yet immovable, carried across the fractured Pack. “The Cycle is broken.”

It hit harder than the first. I couldn't take it anymore. I slipped out of the class and went straight to the library. My chest felt heavy. I slumped into a corner and let it all out. Tears poured freely. I didn’t even care who saw me. “Crying doesn’t suit Queen Olivia of the Most High,” a voice teased from the aisle. It was Davis. Still wiping my face, I said, “Neither does poking into other people’s business suit you.” I stood up. “Are you everywhere?”

Cracks split its surface completely now, light and darkness bleeding out in violent arcs. Becky screamed. Not in anger. In fear. Her control shattered instantly. The invisible grip she’d held over Kai snapped, sending a shockwave through the chamber. Kai cried out as the last of the corruption tore free from his mind, leaving him gasping on the floor. “No,” Becky shrieked, scrambling to her feet. “You can’t take this from me. You can’t.” The chamber began to collapse. Stone groaned overhead as the altar cracked apart, chunks of ceiling raining down. The Moonstone pulsed erratically, its fractured surface glowing brighter with every second.