Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

His body began to crack and break apart, dark energy leaking from every fissure. "This isn't over," he gasped. "Others will come. Others who seek what your daughter represents." "Then we'll face them too," Dante said, standing beside Aria. "Together." Vane's body crumbled to ash, blown away by a wind that seemed to come from nowhere. With his death, the remaining Bloodborn suddenly collapsed, their corrupted life force tied to their creator. The clearing fell silent except for heavy breathing and the sounds of wounded warriors. Then Luna laughed. A pure, delighted baby laugh that echoed across the battlefield.

Not every fall… --- Is caused by weakness. --- Not every defeat… --- Means failure. --- Sometimes— --- The strongest ones fall… --- Because they refuse to bend. --- The core was breaking. --- Not slowly anymore. --- Not quietly. --- Violently. --- Cracks tore through the space around them— --- Splintering light, distorting structure, pulling everything toward collapse. --- Time— --- Was gone. --- “We end this now!” Victor’s voice cut through the chaos.

I choked out, my fingers searching for the obsidian pendant. From the wreckage of the glass behind us, a low, subsonic growl began to build. It wasn’t the sound of a wounded man. It was the sound of the earth breaking open. A white light began to glow from beneath the shards, growing brighter and hotter until the very air began to sing with the frequency of the stars. The Apex was rising, and this time, he wasn’t bringing mercy. He was bringing the end of the Monet line.

Damian locked himself in his study, never leaving its confines. He had completely abandoned all resistance. Day after day, night after night, he drowned himself in liquor. The once-proud Alpha of the Blackrock pack had become a hollow shell, a drunk staggering through the ruins of his own life. His wolf had grown so weak it could only let out faint, desperate cries. Meanwhile, the Bloodfang pack's army had massed at the borders. War had erupted. The Blackrock pack, leaderless and disoriented, crumbled.

Every inhale was like glass cutting into my lungs. And then it happened—The sacred bond between Alpha and Luna, between Alaric and me, broke completely. I felt something rip inside my chest, thousands of invisible threads snapping all at once. Selena screamed within me… then fell silent. I lay there, soaked in rain and my own blood. Cold. Empty. Powerless. Homeless.

And then, just as the priests began their final incantation, something unexpected happened. The crystal that encased him shattered with a sound like a thousand breaking mirrors, sending shards of glass flying through the air. The force of the explosion knocked the alphas off their feet, the sacred sigils they had carved evaporating into nothing. The entire cathedral trembled as though the very foundation of the world had cracked open. Sera’s heart skipped a beat.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.