Broken Fae の小説・ストーリー

They did not want it to be fixed. Alexander felt a weight on his shoulders. They had become a threat to people. Then Thorne showed them a picture of a woman. It was Elena, Alexander's wife and Kael's mother.. Something about her looked different. "She survived, " Thorne said. ". She's been found by a group called the Unbroken. They're against us. They're using her against us." Kael's voice broke. "They're using my mother?" Thorne explained that the Unbroken believed the broken universe was a thing. They thought that if the universe healed it would erase all the progress they had made.

“He’s right. The council has scattered. The alliances we built are fractured. Wolves will return to their packs. Vampires will retreat to their clans. Even the fae are split. Nothing can be trusted anymore.” I look up at her, guilt twisting in my stomach. “Because of me.” Her expression softens, her eyes heavy with truth. “No, child. Because it was always bound to fall apart. You were only the spark. The cracks were already there.” Her words should comfort me, but the ache in my chest doesn’t fade. Still, I nod, because arguing won’t change anything. She lays a hand on Lucian’s shoulder, her voice quiet. “Rest while you can. I’ll prepare what’s needed for your departure. Both of you will be

The impact was blinding, and I could feel the energy of our unity overwhelming the shadows. In a brilliant explosion of light, the darkness shattered, and the Black Faes were thrown back into the shadows from whence they came. Baddy's shrieks of fury echoed in the air as he was forced to retreat, his power diminished. As the dust settled, I collapsed to my knees, breathless but filled

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.”

It was the first-lover situation resurfacing at Caelan’s doorstep, dragging old truths with her. Elowen swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. “Caelan,” she said, voice low, “if she comes with him - if she’s part of this - what will you do?” Caelan’s gaze didn’t waver. “I will not let anyone use a womb as a weapon against you.” The certainty in his voice should have steadied her. It did, but not fully. Fear still threaded through her like cold water. Because she’d learned the hard way that fae courts didn’t care what anyone promised in private. They cared what could be claimed in public.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

Claire stated cheering me up. “A lot of people.” I replied crying. “I lost my baby. I was so stupid this is my fault. I should have stayed.” “It wasn’t your fault. It was that stupid truck drivers fault.” Claire replied. “No it wasn’t. I was being stupid. I bent down to reach my cell phone that fell in the car. I should have focused my attention on the road. It’s my fault. I killed my baby. I killed my baby.” I cried hysterically.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

she asked, pretending to be irritated at the familiar faces that came to pick her up. The first one to come out of the van was Bambi–Jada’s manager, confidante, gay best friend, mother, father, older sister, and older brother all rolled into one. "Shut it! As if you didn’t know, I haven’t been dating for weeks!” Bambi rolled her eyes as if reminded of his sad love life. “Actually, no one wanted to date me because I’m broke!” He continued, pouting his hot-pink lips.