Broken Blade Book Novels & Stories

The blade trembled, fissures glowing bright along its edge. “No!” Ashen shouted. “This blade is eternal—it cannot break!” Rowan held her ground, pouring everything she was into that fire—not fate, not fear, but choice. “You don’t get to control my story anymore,” she said. The blade shattered. A burst of light exploded through the ruins, pieces of corrupted metal flying across the stone. Ashen fell to her knees, staring at the broken hilt in her hand, her expression cracking with it. “This… this wasn’t how it was supposed to go,” Ashen whispered. “The prophecy said—”

Blake instinctively gasped and stared at the broken half still attached to his hilt. It was a split-second distraction, but it was enough of an opening. Logan's bloodied hand turned the service end of the broken blade toward Blake and sank it into the latter's chest. He hardly had the time to let out a cry before somersaulting in the air from the sheer force and plummeting straight toward the ground in a thud.

I shouted. I stepped out from behind Rowan. The obsidian blade in my hand felt different now. It wasn't just a heavy piece of stone. It was light, almost weightless, and it thrummed with the soft, white light of the girl I had seen in the warehouse. It was the **Blade of the Unsaid**. Every word I had swallowed, every dream I had put aside for the sake of survival, every "I love you" that had been lost in the roar of battle—it was all there, feeding the light. Vane pivoted, his liquid form spinning like a drill. He ignored Rowan and came for me. He was fast—too fast for a human to track. He was a blur of silver and shadow.

No one present—not the three bewildered thugs, nor the whimpering leader, Blade—had clearly seen the move. Skylar Vance’s hand, small and delicate, looked utterly frail, yet it had crushed the muscle and bone of Blade’s thick forearm with casual ease. The sound of splintering bone was relentless, a horrifying, staccato crack-crack-crack that merged sickeningly with Blade’s uncontrollable, animalistic shrieks. Under the weak, sputtering light bulb, the scene was an absolute nightmare.

'' I mumbled in my deep cold voice, the wind was cutting into my skin, but it felt like a little peanut crispy snack. '' You still have a little hope to be happy- your mate. You have to find your mate, Grey. That can help don’t you think?'' Charles asked, he was dominant but not as steely as me, the heavy wind and cold was nothing to him too. '' She is the only one that can heal those wounds, Grey..'' he sat on the broad green leave, preventing the snow from soaking into his pants. He picked the sword covered in fresh blood. I love the smell- yeah the smell from a rogue.

Zade grunted but he didn’t let go. That’s when I saw something shimmer. Blake’s hand was behind his back, pulling something from his belt. The dim light shone on the object, and my stomach dropped to the bottom of my feet instantly. He was holding a sharp silver knife. “Zade!” I shouted, rushing forward immediately and knocking him aside. I tried to move aside too, but I was too late. Blake jumped at me and plunged the blade into my side. Pain rushed through me instantly, stealing my breath. My wolf howled in rage as the burn started to spread inside my body like fire.

I blurted. He laughed bitterly. “Why is that, right? Do whatever it takes, Hernandez. She ran after you so many times, it's time for you to break a sweat too.” “You're buying," he pointed to the glasses and left. I stood there drinking and remembering the night everything started to go wrong. The night I broke Sofia's heart for the first time and all the other times I did it again and again over the years. Yeah, maybe I really needed to make things right.

Hold On to Me The mountain laughed. Not the house. Not the mirror woman. Not the rogues outside. The mountain. The sound rolled up through the black stairs beneath Frost Ridge, deep and old and pleased in a way that made my knees want to quit their job. Damien shifted in front of me so fast his torn shirt fell from his waist. Again. I did not look down. Much. This was absolutely not the moment to process naked alpha logistics. Kael’s silver blade caught the weak light spilling from the broken windows. The weapon looked thin, almost delicate, with a black handle wrapped in something that might have been leather.

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

“You can choose whatever material you want to fight each other,” the matriarch declared, her voice echoing through the arena like a spell cast over the room. She stood with her arms outstretched, as if offering them a divine gift—freedom to choose their own destruction. Without hesitation, Dorian moved. His eyes locked onto a long, curved blade resting among the scattered weapons on the ground—a katana. He stepped forward, the steel whispering as he lifted it into his hands. The weight was perfect. Balanced. Silent. Deadly.