Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

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.

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The mirror invites Perci to see his soul and the condition of his heart, to look past physical features. He sees nothing but a man in his 40's, single and broken. 'I wish I had not met you again.' He broke the mirror; it was the last mirror in his room because the rest is broken. A crack runs across the glass, finding the weaknesses that were once small. From a perfect mirror to something that is unrecognizable. He watches each fragment fly outward until they lie still yet vicious on the Marmol floor. Breaking glass has become his art and comfort. There is nothing more broken than his heart. Those fragments are nothing compared to his heart. He watched them shatter and release just a fragmen

Scratched at the bed. I tried jerking off. Nothing. I was broken. I swear I was broken. "Is this going I'm going to die?" I cried out, fisting my cock and stroking my length furiously. Tears streamed down my face as I curled into myself, dripping cum, shaking like a fucked-out mess still craving more. “Where are you,” I whispered. “Why did you leave me…” When the door opened again, I didn’t even look up. “Jayce.” Renato called out, his voice seemed so far away.

At the end of it, something had snapped inside of Lilac. Perhaps it was already damaged, a hairline crack you couldn’t see with the naked eye. That match was the final blow, shattering her into a million pieces. I could feel each and every one biting into my skin, whispering, screaming, and crying into the very depths of my soul. Help me… Hate me… Love me… Fight me… Forgive me…