Broken Fae Mga Nobela at Kwento

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

I launch the empty cup in my hand across the room, the porcelain shattering as it hits the wall. I sag to the floor, screaming into my hands as I break down. I hear my mum fussing and Freya trying to calm me, but I don’t register their words as I scream out all my pain and frustration. Strong arms scoop me up and hold me close. I know it’s Axel without looking. I sense my guys closing in around us, lending me their strength and reassuring me. “Josie, I know it’s hard, but you need to calm down,” Deacon’s steady voice floats into my mind.

"What's it?" Jack took a breath as he stepped forward but still lowered his voice. “It’s about the Faes,” he said. “After you defeated the Faes, and freed their prisoners, you also broke their stronghold. Many of the weaker Fae clans scattered. But not all of them were weak. Some had allies and they're strong ones. Those allies were not happy with what you did. And now, we believe they are planning something.” Emma’s brows drew together. “Planning what?”

I finished for him, the strategy taking shape in my mind like a puzzle finding its missing piece. Before more questions could be hurled at my son, Elara rose from her seat, her presence commanding attention. Her eyes, ever-shifting like the cosmos she so deeply understood, held secrets that went beyond the realms we knew. "Elara," I said, acknowledging her wisdom, "what insights do you bring?" "Black Faes are creatures of conviction, driven by a purpose that transcends mere survival," Elara began, her voice resonating with the timbre of ancient knowledge. "They are not just soldiers; they are believers in a cause-a dark ideal that fuels their relentless pursuit."

and suddenly burst into a raging fire. "Old fatty, you've thoroughly angered me!" Although Handsome had a pig face, its eyes and expression showed its feelings at this moment. Just now, Xander Faris and Maya Kaye were almost seckilled by this guy who claimed to be the Nation Master. Xander Faris, who had smashed a human-shaped pit on the ground, rolled his eyes in an instant and fainted. Runes on his body gradually dissipated. Maya Kaye's Phoenix Sword was broken into three pieces.

“Oh don’t be so stupid. I’ll fight a thousand vampires for you. It has nothing to do with the war.” “Then what is it--” “I’m half a man, do you not see that? I can’t be a mate to you anymore. I’m broken.” “You’re not broken.” I punch myself in the chest, trying to get her to understand. “I feel broken. I can’t do it, Maya. I can’t.” “What will you do? Won’t breaking our bond kill you?” “No,” I deflate. “I’ll just wish for death. When I can…I’ll pick a mate from the tribe…I’m expected to have one. I won’t love her, but it won’t matter.”

Bedelia heals the internal damage as I hang weakly from the gold and obsidian cuffs and chains they have bound us in. “Still alive? Well, you won’t be for much longer.” One of the dark fae spits in my face as his spittle drips from my cheek. I look at him in defiance. I can’t give in. They can beat me, torture me, but I won’t break, because I am already broken. I was broken a long time ago. The pain lets me know I’m still alive. They have broken all my fingers, toes, some ribs, my legs, and arms. I have been whipped, hit with bats, had my nails ripped from the nail beds and my jaw broken, just to name a few.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

But he had always understood, too, that she was too broken to give him more, and nothing more could happen between them. What if I don’t have to be broken anymore? What if there is something more? Her eyes snapped open, stunned at her line of rumination. She shook her head, willing it off. Maya put a hold on her reflections as she looked down and discovered something. The pattern had changed. The swirling of fog was no longer slow, building up to a frenzy as if they were bumping into each other. She glanced at the others to see if they noticed it, too, and froze when she saw all three still mesmerized at the sight. Luke and Reese were understandable, but Daria…the Fae was looking down, too,

“Means you’re alive, well. And still irritating.” I almost smile. Okay, I full on smile. Her name is Larka. When we first met she didn’t ask me for mine. Everyone already knew it. She never did say my name though. She swings her pickaxe with easy efficiency, like someone who’s been breaking stone her whole life and made peace with it. “Word is,” she says, after a lull in our conversation, “barrier is going to break completely soon. The new Fae general is wickedly talented and relentless in claiming the outer cities. The magic are weakening. You can feel it in the air. Everything’s off.”