Apocalyptica Broken Pieces Novels & Stories

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

I lifted my head to see what happened to Apocalypse. To my surprise was there a big hole in the ceiling and lots of debris and rubble mixed with wooden beams. I got up and walked over to what was over of the ceiling. I heard some groans coming from under the debris. Apocalypse was barely alive and stuck under big stone pieces and wooden beams. “You have to do better and more than this to stop me, you pathetic woman.” She coughed and spitted a clot of blood.

Ashley POV It's been three weeks since Kevyn and I broke up. I admit that it wasn't easy for me, every day that passed I was killed by the pain but it was necessary to be strong for myself. It's hard that I used to be with him all the time but now I'm alone. But maybe that's how life really is, if you're not meant for each other, fate will make you separate even in a painful way.

Lucas shouted, his voice breaking through the confusion and chaos. But it was too late. The binding had failed. The altar cracked open completely, and from the shattered stone poured a wave of shadow, washing over Clara and the others. It was as though the very fabric of the world was tearing, and everything they had fought for was unraveling in an instant.

“Saph” “I choose myself,” I said, and slammed my hand down. The room exploded into chaos. Lights flared white. Alarms screamed. Glass cracked as Caelum’s restraints released with a violent hiss. Alaric’s chair sparked, smoke rising as systems overloaded. The mastermind’s voice fractured. “What did you do?” I met the camera, heart pounding, fierce and unbroken. “I broke your rules.” Caelum surged free, rage unleashed. Alaric collapsed forward as his restraints loosened. And somewhere deep in the system, something irreversible began.

The moonstone shard in his hand cracked down the middle, its glow flickering like a dying star. Lyra swayed, her strength draining fast. Kael caught her before she fell, his arm firm around her shoulders. Her head rested against his chest, and for a moment, the world narrowed to the sound of his heartbeat. “Easy,” he whispered. “Stay with me.” She blinked weakly. “He’s not finished.” Lucian laughed, low and broken. “No, little queen. Not yet.” He slammed his palm to the altar, and the cracked shard burst into flame. The shadows screamed as if alive, twisting into a vortex that rose toward the ceiling. The seal wasn’t broken, it was awakening.

My mind replayed every moment of the day—the roses scattering on the ground, the vows I didn’t mean, the kiss that wasn’t a kiss, the look in Kenneth’s eyes when he said he didn’t choose this either. I thought of the girl I had been before all this. The girl who once dreamed of freedom, of healing, of maybe even love. And I realized that girl was gone. In her place was a woman bound by broken pieces, tied to a man who carried his own shattered past. And I didn’t know if we would destroy each other—or if, somehow, those broken pieces might fit together. But tonight, all I knew was that I wasn’t ready to find out. So I closed my eyes, clutching the pillow like it could keep me whole. And I let

His grip on the ritual wavered. The dark symbols flickered wildly. Some shattered completely. The worst of the tremors began to ease. The purple-black flames started to die down, though the earth still groaned in protest and distant screams continued to echo through the night. The apocalypse had been halted — not purely by force, but because I had struck the one crack in his armored heart. Marcus let out a broken, agonized sob that seemed to come from the depths of his shattered soul. “She… she was everything…”

Just… there. “You don’t own this anymore.” The darkness explodes. Violent. Unstable. Breaking apart. “No—!” “I take it back.” The words resonate. Deep. Final. Everything shatters. The space cracks open— light tearing through the darkness— ripping it apart— erasing it. He stumbles back— form flickering— unstable. “You can’t—!” he chokes. “I already did.” The darkness collapses around him— consuming— erasing— destroying.

What had been steady turned frantic, the light flaring too bright, too fast. Cracks spiderwebbed across its surface, each one glowing with blinding emerald fire. Gasps rose. The chanting faltered. Evander’s smile froze, sharp edges of rage breaking through. “No..." he snarled, reaching forward. The Crest shattered. The sound was like glass breaking across the heavens, a scream that rattled bone and soul alike. Shards of emerald light exploded outward, dissolving into ash before they touched the floor. The pedestal cracked down the middle. The altar itself