Broken Hero Novels & Stories

"You survived death, Thelma. You survived being reborn with all your memories intact. You survived discovering your parents were murderers. You survived a cursed heart. You're the strongest person I know!" "I'm not strong!" Tears streamed down her face. "I'm broken. Damaged. Everyone who gets close to me gets hurt. Maybe Morgana's right. Maybe it would be better if I just let go." "Bullshit." I shook her. "You know what I see when I look at you? I see someone who's been beaten down over and over and keeps getting back up. Someone who loves so fiercely she'd absorb dark magic to save others. Someone who marked her mate knowing she might die. That's not broken, Thel. That's incredible."

"You were... you were in the institute. One of the early subjects. They told me you died." "I did die. The person I was died. Subject 0001. The Circle's first successful combat enhancement. I died so Wolf could live. So perfection could exist." "You're not perfect. You're just damaged. Broken. Like all of us." "I'm beyond broken. I'm transcendent. I'm—" Jian hit her from behind. Full force. A metal pipe to the back of the head. Wolf stumbled, turned, fury in her eyes. "Cheap shot," she snarled.

I was the greatest warrior in the pack and now I’m nothing. I’ve heard them in the hallway outside my door. I may be a paraplegic, but my hearing is still that of a Guardian. I know what they are calling me. I’ve gone from being the strongest warrior in pack, the Big Daddy Badass to nothing. No, I’m worse than nothing. I’m the Broken Warrior.

That I love him exactly as he is, and I’m not going anywhere. We’re both breathless as we break the kiss, and when I stare into his eyes, the soul-shattering vulnerability in his gaze nearly brings me to my knees. It’s like he’s stripping himself bare for me, letting me see every part of him- the frayed edges, the jagged, broken pieces, the scars of his past trauma. Above all, though, I see the best parts of him shining through. The loyal friend. The talented artist. The tender lover. I see his incredible strength; his steadfast perseverance. And I love him for all of it, the complicated mosaic of good and bad, ugly and beautiful. All of it makes him who he is, and I wouldn’t want him any ot

Lana:" Hey, promise me that you would never leave me!" Kai Schneider:" Yes, I promise. " Lana:" If you broke the promise? " Kai Schneider::" Do you want to punish me?". Lana:" No, no. I won't do it." Kai Schneider:" Then, what is it?" Lana:" I would die after you leave me and you would never find someone else like me. Even though you do find her? She's not yours. " Kai Schneider:" Haha, you are joking. It's impossible. I am a heartbreaker, not a loser. Even if a man falls in love with me, that's impossible. I would be fine and not miserable like what you said. "

“Riccardo Agosti will be nothing but blood and shattered bones by morning.” Because if I don’t get Aurora back, I can no longer call myself Lucian Boncini.

I asked nursing my broken bones. "I'm The Destroyer, Cain Mccarthy, hell's second in command and I'll destroy all you hold dear. Marilyn was it? Or maybe that pretty girl lying on the ground over there? Is she in any way affiliated to you? Breaking her would be so sweet to watch." The Destroyer, my number one enemy as it is walked up to Brianna as she lay on the floor.

"The flaws are what make us real. The mistakes are why she loves me. You’re just a puppet with a better haircut." I twisted the needle. With a sound like a glass bell shattering, the weapon broke. The feedback sent a shockwave through the apartment, blowing out the windows and pushing the fire back into a ring around us. The double stumbled, his face now half-missing, replaced by a swirling, milky void. He wasn't a man anymore; he was a hollow shell. "I... am... the... protagonist," he glitched, his voice slowing down. "Not today," I said.

“Do you understand it?” “No. I don’t think anyone could. You’re not broken in ways that have easy explanations.” He stepped closer. “You’re broken in ways that require genius to survive. You had to be smarter than the people hurting you. You had to be faster. You had to see threats before they materialized. You had to become someone new every time the old version got cornered.”

It suddenly felt like my chest was full of fluid and I was gasping for air. Why did I feel so strongly about Adam right now? A man that had bullied me in high school. A few weeks ago, I was hoping that he had died on the ice, and now I was here begging for his life to be saved. I pushed myself off the wall because I desperately needed to move but my legs felt strangely weak beneath me. “Eli.” I raised my head to see Doctor Broome watching me. “Are you okay?” I inhaled deeply and stuttered a response. “Yes, I am.”