Broken Fae Novels & Stories

"What are you doing?" Dave snatched the pen and paper out of Kaden's hands. "What good is writing this? We know what happened. How… How could you do such a thing?" He had always seen Kaden and Seraphina as the ideal couple that the Moon Goddess had blessed, so the news about the broken mate bond came out of nowhere. Kaden buried his face in his hands and told his frustrated father, "It's my fault. I let Sera down and betrayed her in a moment of weakness. I must finish these and show her how sorry I am."

Through the bond she felt his reaction clearly: awe, which he was trying to be analytical about, and underneath that a fierce, almost painful pride that he hadn't intended her to feel. She felt it anyway. "Maeve says the land bond is reestablishing itself," she said. "That it's going to keep happening." "How contained is it? Can you control it?" "Not entirely. Not yet." She looked at him. "Kael—Maeve said the deep wards are failing. That they've been degrading for twenty-three years because the compact broke and there was no Vale bloodline to maintain them." She held his gaze. "Your father broke the kingdom when he killed my family. Not just morally. *Structurally.* And the magic is—it's try

"My prediction of five years might be generous. We could be looking at eighteen months, maybe two years before total collapse." "What happens then?" Marcus asked. "If the barriers fully collapse?" "Chaos. Creatures from the divine realm, Void entities, and mortal wolves all exist in the same space. Reality itself breaks down. Physics stops working consistently. Life becomes impossible." Selene's tone was bleak. "We need Luna to choose. Soon." "She's three," Aria said for what felt like the hundredth time. "How can we ask a three-year-old to decide the fate of reality?" "We might not have a choice."

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

The other two fae react instantly. Magic erupts in the room. Green light flashes across the tiles. One of them throws a blast of fae energy at me. I duck under it. The beam shatters the mirror behind me. Glass rains down across the floor. “Bad idea,” I mutter. I grab the broken metal paper towel dispenser from the wall and swing it hard. It connects with the second fae’s skull. Crunch. He drops instantly. The third fae snarls and lunges at me.

But amidst the chaos, amidst the agony, there is a whisper, a desperate plea for release, for the presence lurking in my mind to breach the barriers I've erected. "Your final answer, human!" Orlo's voice echoes through the chamber, a thunderous command that brooks no hesitation. Fragments of memories swirl in the depths of my mind, coalescing into a revelation, a shard of truth amidst the darkness. Fragile, like a bridge between two souls, shattered by betrayal and deceit. Talerion's treachery, his clandestine actions under the cover of night, sealing the fate of humans in Lyria. "He shattered the bond," I murmur, my voice trembling with certainty. "The bond between Faeries and humans, with

Whatever it was offering came with too high a price and I was not desperate enough yet to pay it. Not yet. But I was getting closer. I knelt beside the door and placed both hands on its surface. I felt the warmth. Felt the presence on the other side pressing against the seal with patient inexorable force. The seal was cracking. Slowly. Steadily. Tiny fractures spreading through the Fae symbols like ice breaking on a frozen lake. I could see them with my magic if I looked carefully enough. Could feel where the integrity was failing. I could feel that I did not have the power to repair it alone.

A few of the more fragile pieces appeared, cracked or broken. “Eddie, I’m sorry. I don’t know what happened here. I don’t have pets for this reason. I promise you, I didn’t do this.” Hailey looked about the room and picked up a miniature Victorian sofa with its broken leg. She’d fallen in love with the little thing and now harboured the wish to have a full-sized version one day. “I know you didn’t. This isn’t about us. I think it’s between the spirits and the fae. There’s something very odd going on. People have come into the inn to speak with Gabby over the last few days. Many of them with messages from ghosts.”