Broken Fragments Wof Novels & Stories

Even their sacred bloodstone was not spared. Seraphina had decided to eradicate every trace of herself from the Blackwood pack without hesitation. Caelum wondered how she could be so heartless. A terrifying thought formed in his mind. If she hated them so much, could they ever find her again? And even if they did, would she ever forgive them? Would she even want to come home? A sharp pain shot through his chest. He coughed violently and vomited a mouthful of blood. His vision went dark, and he collapsed.

"Don't worry about it." But she was already worrying. I could see it in the way she bit her lower lip, the same thing Mom used to do before the pills made her stop caring about anything. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Charlotte's voice was small. "Like, real trouble." I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to lie so badly. But I was tired of carrying everything alone, tired of pretending our world wasn't falling apart. "Yeah," I said. "We are." She nodded slowly, stirring sugar into her coffee. "How bad?"

The pain was unbearable. Seeing that the man in front of him still wouldn’t answer, Skylar—who had lost his sanity and was acting on instinct alone—couldn’t wait a moment longer. His intimidating aura grew stronger. The pressure that Johan and Fred felt gradually became more and more torturous. It felt as though they were in a cramped room with gravity many times stronger than normal. Johan struggled just to move his body. Johan, whose body was slightly stronger than Fred’s, also collapsed. He fell to his knees, blood gushing from both nostrils. His breathing was ragged and he felt a burning heat in his chest, followed by a gush of blood.

Ford’s pov I must have dozed off, because when I awoke, by the moon shining through my window, I was still seated on the ground. I hastily stood up, not remembering the items I was holding, the snow globe smashing on the floor. In a state of panic I began gathering the fragments of glass, hoping that somehow I would be able to put them back together. But similar to my relationship with Nivia, once something is broken, it cannot be mended. ‘It can,’ Callum spoke in a kind voice, his anger gone.

[Sera] Liora didn't sit. She leaned against the wall opposite the ICU window and crossed her arms. The cat settled on the floor between us like a referee. "His wolf isn't dead," she said. "Dead would be simpler. What happened is worse. It shattered. The trauma, on top of months of depletion, broke it into fragments. Those fragments are scattered through the residual channels of your old bond." "Our bond was severed. I was there. You were the one who severed it."

The pendant burned hotter, pulling her forward, demanding a choice. But still, she hesitated. Damian’s groan echoed behind her, his hand clawing toward his fallen sword. Kael struggled to rise, blood smearing the corner of his mouth. Lysandra’s flames sputtered, her energy nearly spent. Eryx’s wards crackled, fraying under the impossible pressure. They were all breaking because of her. The Fractures advanced again, their skeletal limbs dragging long shadows across the ruined clearing. The mist bent around them, funneling toward their forms as though the world itself wanted them whole. Their bodies hummed with a discordant sound, half hymn, half scream.

“Moon forgive us, what have we become.” And in that moment, as the last echo of the joined howl tore into the sky, the moon itself split with a crack like shattering stone, a scar of darkness streaking across its pale surface, a wound that every wolf felt in their bones. The silence that followed was worse than the sound, heavy and absolute, and when Fenric lowered his head his eyes blazed with fire that no wolf could deny. His voice, quiet yet immovable, carried across the fractured Pack. “The Cycle is broken.”

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.

Caierre said slowly, understanding arriving in pieces, "that's not you. Not exactly." "No." Fenrir's voice roughened, something old and raw moving beneath the calm. "What hunts your world now is not me whole. It is fragments. Pieces of a soul that was shattered the night I was betrayed—corrupted, torn apart, and bound into every host the curse has claimed since. Six generations of men and women carrying not the whole of what I was, but a broken sliver of it, howling with a fraction of my grief and none of my memory to explain why." The eye fixed on him again, sharper now. "Alvar carried one such fragment. A small one. Old, but small, passed down through whatever line delivered it to him."

She can’t be my mate because we’ve been together for ten years past the maturity of our wolves, they’re not fated, we know that. I think… I think I’m fucking broken. Violet really broke me.