Broken Fae Novels & Stories

"Not after all that I've experienced." Annie started to walk back and forth, her motions fluid and hunting-like, her wolf lurking just below the surface. "This is not merely an error, Cecilia." This is an act of sabotage. I believe someone intended for you to be weak and unfocused, potentially even outside the pack's structure altogether. "And if Marcus was involved in this, we'll extract the truth from him."

So, what Katniss is saying now feels impossible to believe. “I don’t believe you,” I spit, disbelief clouding my thoughts as her words replay in my mind like a scene from a tragic play in a theatre. “You’re making that up. Faes would never use magic to harm others.” “Is that so?” Katniss lets go of my hand and turns to the crowd. “People of Māui, it seems our little Fae here is unaware of the true history of the now-fallen Kingdom of Eris, and the terror unleashed upon the world. Shall we enlighten her?”

Aria felt the echo of their agony rip through her bones. She gasped and staggered. Erevan caught her before she fell, wrapping both arms around her. “Enough! She doesn’t need to feel this!” But the Fractured simply lifted a hand, and the memory froze. Broken. Smoking. Split. “This,” they said quietly, “is what it means to carry both forces alone. Madness. Collapse. Ruin.” They turned, their glowing eyes piercing Aria’s soul. “And this is what the realms want from you.”

“You’re not supposed to exist. The barrier—” “Is broken.” Her voice spread through the chamber like a wave, making the stone tremble. The runes on the walls flared crimson. “You tore it open when you defied the Council. The First Blood cannot be contained anymore.” Cassian moved in closer to Vale. “So what, this thing’s her mother’s echo? Her ghost?” “Not a ghost,” Malachai said grimly. “A fragment. What remains when an oath outlives its maker.”

His gaze doesn’t waver. “The fae realm,” he says. “Yes.” “What happened to it?” My jaw tightens slightly. “It was destroyed.” Silence. Sharp. Immediate. “How?” he asks. “Not by one thing,” I answer. “Not by one war. It was slow. Intentional. Systematic.” My fingers tighten slightly. “They learned how to break us,” I continue, my voice lowering, not weaker—but heavier. “Magic. Bloodlines. Power structures. Everything that made us strong became something they could use against us.”

She slumped all of a sudden, and ended up in a coma, only for the doctor to prove her tests brought positive results. “Given the illness began when she was little, I suspect the third is where her problems lie,” Spencer surmised. “Mother fairy can only break the bond with her child when the child turns thirteen. Other than the mother fairy breaking the bond with her child, imprinting can break the bond. When the fairy is claimed or imprinted on, the fae bond will break and get replaced with that of the mate.” “Send me the rest of the causes from your research later.” He ended the call.

Dameon's nose must have been broken. Adrienne picked Dameon up by his shirt collar and threw him out the cell's door, so that he was lying on the floor, at the guards' feet. "Take him. If he puts up a fight, break his bones."He said, clapping his hands as if to remove dust from them. I watched them drag Dameon away like he was garbage... and I felt nothing. I looked back at the open book between my palms and resumed my reading on The Fae races. It explained why the Fae had been divided into Fae and Lesser Fae.

“They’ve found a weak point.” “They didn’t create it,” Raine said quietly. “They exploited it.” Eryx appeared beside Maerith, eyes narrowing. “A fracture line.” Raine stepped closer. The bond pulsed, not in fear, but in recognition. This wasn’t a portal. It wasn’t an attack. It was a stress break. The land had been holding itself together for too long. And now something was pushing from the other side. A hand shot out of the tear. The crowd screamed. Kael moved instantly, positioning himself between Raine and the breach. Fenris drew his blade in one fluid motion. Lucian reappeared beside the fracture, magic coiling dark around his fingers.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her. That pained look on her face when she said I broke her will haunt me for the rest of my days. When I met Nessa, she didn’t have any damage. That was what was so damn rare and beautiful about her. She didn’t see the world for the dark, ugly place it is, but instead saw the good in everything, even me. The Nessa that confronted me last night wasn’t the same girl I left behind, though. All the agony written on her face, the defeat in her eyes, was fresh damage. Put there by me. I took a beautiful, pure thing, and I broke it. I thought I was setting her free by leaving, but instead, I was destroying her.

“But hearts break. Your hollowness is my triumph. Join me, and we’ll unweave this flawed balance.” The hollowness roared, a tide of despair, and she saw a new vision: the nexus gone, her companions erased, herself a shadow weaving chaos. Her glow faltered, her knees buckling, but a memory pierced the darkness—her mother’s hand on her cheek, Kade’s steady grip, Selene’s quiet strength, Lucas’s defiant grin, Bryan’s unwavering light. They were her truth, not this lie.