Broken Fragments Wof Novels & Stories

This was precisely where the rift had been, he was sure of it. But there was only grassy earth where the hollow crack in the land had once been. He sat heavily upon it, balling his hands into fists. “The rifts are all gone,” said a strange voice, one Atticus couldn’t quite place. He looked up, scrubbing his sallow face and blinking blearily. Looking at the stranger was like looking straight into the sun. “They’re gone,” he said again, and Atticus decided the stranger was, indeed, a he. “Red Ripper is gone; so too are the nasty side-effects of their dangerous magic. The rifts were cracks in the very fabric of the world. No Red Ripper, no rifts.” He shrugged.

Flashback to that night****** I was definitely a little off during training today so I stayed a couple hours longer to train by myself to work off this frustration with everything going on. My wolf still hasn't explained what is going on. When Penelope and I got back to my house after I had shifted that night, she told me some more information on my appearance. Apparently I have a white patch of fur on my forehead in the shape of a crescent moon and a red patch of fur on my hind leg in the shape of a sword. We don't know what it means, but the patches are what my wolf wants to stay hidden so atleast we know that much. While lost in my thoughts I didn't sense someone walking up to me and if I

“I love you. You being here is the best part of my birthday. Hearing you say that you love me makes me the happiest person alive.” “Really?” I asked looking at him. “I talk with you most of the time and you can ask our friends if I even try to date anyone when you were gone. I have always been honest with you that I love you and I am just waiting for you to be ready.” “I am ready. I was just scared that you wouldn’t want me anymore.” “I love you and you are all that I want.” THE END Vows are supposed to be kept for they aren’t merely words that we say but there are times when vows are broken. When vows are broken though it doesn’t mean that things are ending, it merely open new opportunities

Like I was reciting a script I’d been forced to learn. But I said them anyway. Because he’d told me not to break. Because that was the only thing I had left that still felt like mine—whether I followed through or not. My weight shifted, uneven and careful, as I tested my balance. The room swayed slightly, exhaustion pulling at me like chains, but I stayed standing. Barely. Just enough to keep from sinking back down and letting the pain win. “I won’t break,” I repeated, quieter this time, my voice steadier than I felt. “Even if I already feel shattered.”

"Emma... the Aether didn't vanish. It Integrated. It’s in the water now. It’s in the air. The whole planet is 'Resonating' at a low, sustainable level. We didn't kill the magic. We Democraticized it." The journey to 150 had reached its most critical milestone. The Source was shattered, the Lineage was ended, and the White Wolf was no longer a Queen. But as we began the ascent back to the surface, I felt a new distortion in the stone. A cold, mechanical shadow was waiting for us in the upper layers. He had felt the shattering of the Drop. And he was coming to reclaim the "Broken Pieces" for his own, entropic empire. "One final war, Emma," Félix said, his daggers appearing in his hands—not glo

Damian locked himself in his study, never leaving its confines. He had completely abandoned all resistance. Day after day, night after night, he drowned himself in liquor. The once-proud Alpha of the Blackrock pack had become a hollow shell, a drunk staggering through the ruins of his own life. His wolf had grown so weak it could only let out faint, desperate cries. Meanwhile, the Bloodfang pack's army had massed at the borders. War had erupted. The Blackrock pack, leaderless and disoriented, crumbled.

The moment I heard my father's voice, all my defenses collapsed. "Dad, I lost. I lost everything…" I admitted defeat weakly. His voice immediately turned sharp as he demanded, "Tell me where you are. I'll tear him apart myself!" I opened my eyes. There was no love or hatred left in me, only resolve. "Dad, there's no need to dirty your hands. But I need a potion to dissolve the mate bond. I want to sever the bond with him completely. I… want to go home."

I feel hollow. “Damn it!” I snarled, planting my fist in the center of the huge mirror, making it shatter. The cuts on my fist from the broken glass began to bleed, which pissed me off further, since they weren’t even starting to show signs of healing. The pain and the blood were a bigger reminder that my wolf wasn’t here with me. “Alpha?” A young omega girl walked in, her head bowed but her eyes roaming around the floor, studying all the glass shards she would be responsible for cleaning up. “Forgive me. I thought you would be in the basement as you usually are.”

The windows were shattered so I entered through it, walking on the walls of the building. I walked through the rooms before jumping to an upright position to see the place where the building had broken apart from. It had broken apart from the first floor. The throne before me was broken in half due to a massive boulder cracking into it. This was insane. A fight between the wolves and the witches clearly destroyed a city. “You must be the reason my entire coven got destroyed,” a child’s voice said behind me. I turned to see a boy, not older than fourteen standing there with a brown box in his hands.

A sharp cracking sound echoed in the deathly silent room. The Soul Stone… was broken! A broken Soul Stone meant the deceased's spirit couldn't find peace. For werewolves, this was a terrible disrespect, a disaster. The room instantly fell into dead silence. Everyone froze. Especially Ryker. He stared at the "Soul Stone" on the floor, now in pieces. The anger and cruelty on his face instantly froze. Disbelief. He stood there, stunned, his lips trembling slightly as he mumbled to himself: "This… this is impossible… Absolutely impossible! Brynn… Brynn clearly investigated. She said your mother was faking her illness… How could she have a 'Soul Stone'… And… and how could it break?"