Broken Fragments Wof の小説・ストーリー

POV ALPHA DAMOM Damom had barely left through the pack’s gates, and an uncontrollable wave of fury hit me like a storm. My hands were shaking, my wolf roaring, hungry for revenge, wanting to explode out of me. In an instant, I found myself breaking everything around me—chairs, tables, bottles. The room quickly turned into a field of wreckage, shards of glass and broken furniture scattered everywhere. The sound of things shattering was a relief to the crushing weight of anger in my chest, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing seemed to be.

us voice broke. My heart cracked open, I struggled to hold back the tears. “My wolf started breaking,” he confessed "piece by piece. I was slowly turning rogue but I never stopped searching” I moved closer to him, my hand trembled as I reached up to touch his face. I opened my mouth to say something but he continued. “For months” he locked gazes with me "until the pain became unbearable. Until the pack elders decided I wasn't stable enough. And I was dangerous” a bitter smile crossed his lips " that's when they chained me.”

CRACK. The frozen wolf shattered into a million pieces of dirty ice. Victor kept walking. He was a walking blizzard. Every step he took lowered the temperature another ten degrees. A Glass Wolf tried to flank him. Victor glanced at it. The glass fogged up with frost. Then it cracked from the thermal shock. The creature fell apart into a pile of shards. "Get back!" Victor roared. His voice sounded like wind howling through a tomb. He raised both arms. A wave of absolute cold exploded from his body.

The first crack was small. Just a hairline fracture splitting across the ice, thin as a scratch. But the sound— a low, guttural crack that echoed through the Frostlands like a rib cage breaking— made every wolf flinch. Lyra spun toward the fissure just as the ground lurched beneath her feet. Snow jumped. Frost shattered. The skeletal crown hovering above the裂 seam flickered violently, its pale light strobing like a dying star. Cassian took one step back.

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*

I can’t. The masked figure isn’t just a villain in the shadows. He stole my life. My wolf, and my gifts. I feel… fractured. Even now, I feel the ache of the pieces of me that are still missing. But it’s all worth it because I have her. Harper. Her love and her touch. Her voice and her faith in me. Every time she looks at me like she’s seeing the sunrise for the first time, I feel more whole.

’ I say as Edmond comes to sit beside me. ‘I love you mate’ I tell him as I stare up at him, right through his eyes. ‘I love you too a billion times’ he says as he devours my mouth. My life is so full now and I would never exchange this for nothing in the world. If there is one thing I have learnt, it is that nothing really is impossible because if a broken Pieces of a heart could be fixed, then everything can be fixed once you find the right people. The end.

"Over the last fifteen years, Vera and the Purists together identified and prepared five secondary hosts. People with enough wolf blood to carry a fragment. Not the whole entity — fragments. Pieces of it that can exist independently, grow stronger, and eventually — when the primary host is compromised — migrate toward the nearest available vessel." "How many are still active," Kael says. "Four. One fragment dissipated naturally three years ago — the host died in an accident and the fragment had not grown strong enough to survive independently." She looks up. "The other four are waking. Slowly. The banishment of the primary entity accelerated the process. The fragments felt it being pushed ba

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

Gods never understood the things they broke. But then… her smile faded. “However, there was a problem,” she whispered. Of course, there was. “There always is,” I growled. “Fenris did not awaken whole.” My blood ran cold. “What do you mean?” “He is fragmented. A soul torn and stitched together by force, not by nature. His bond to you is unstable. His power—volatile.” I clenched my jaw, trying to ignore the gnawing fear crawling up my spine. “What happens if he breaks?” I asked, though I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer.