Broken Hero Novels & Stories

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

I would never shift again. She allowed me to return to my human form which was also painful, I tried moving but couldn't, my legs were both broken. I cried for help every day for two days, laying in my urine until one day my parents left and Hendrix came to my room and helped me. He couldn't do much, he nearly tripped with the basin of water multiple times. He begged his father to take me to the hospital, and he did, I had many broken bones. But nothing hurt more than having to part ways with a part of me, nothing hurt more than having to part ways with

I nod, "Apparently his soul accepts more of his Broken side rather than your side but I have to understand that fact. The genes of a Broken will always be stronger and dangerous." "I'm so-" "No, you don't need to apologize. You didn't do anything wrong... I'll just have to face the fact that we're not going to have him back anymore." I admitted. "I guess I need to accept it too. At least we have each other to share the pain." He said with a smile. It was a small one but with this whole situation going on who would even put up a smile? "I was dying to ask this but why did you still go? If Maddox was sane and I managed to get him out safely, then you would've died if you came here all by yours

Now, he was being asked to shatter the foundational code of his universe. "Steel wins battles," Brog muttered, his pixelated eyes narrowing. He gripped his heavy forging hammer with both hands, lifting it high above his head. The hammer began to glow with a brilliant, fiery orange light—an unscripted, raw manifestation of his awakened will. "But gold wins wars!" Brog roared. He brought the hammer down with the force of a falling meteor. KRAK-OOOOOM. The impact sent a shockwave through the digital dungeon that threw Ren and Jax to the floor. The golden firewall shattered like a fragile glass bauble, dissolving into a rain of harmless sparks.

"I just found a better way to bleed." "Will he wake up as the man you loved, or is he just the first of a new, broken breed?" Subject Zero asked as she faded into the shadows of the falling palace.

"What I saw this evening really break me. You broke my heart...No you broke me...I'm broken Kareem! I'm sorry I can't live with a person who don't value my existence" "Maryam please listen to me at least. I don't even remember exactly what happened!" "You were drunk aren't you? You promised me Kareem! You promised me you won't take drugs or drink again! You do....and what will even happened if I listen to you now?...what happened between us will it change? No it won't...nothing can ever change what's between us... It over Kareem and it's late already" "You're now free...you're free to finally be with your one and only safeenah who has been dead but still into your system" she said and went o

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

Unbreakable. Silence. Then— “…why?” it asks. My grip tightens. My voice steadies. “Because he gets to live.” The core pulses violently. Cracks forming. Breaking. “And you don’t?” it whispers. I close my eyes. For just a second. And in that second— I see him. Leon. Alive. Free. Safe. “…that’s enough,” I say softly. The core shatters. Light explodes outward— consuming everything— the darkness—

"I know. But you're not done yet. Emma still needs you. Marcus still needs you. Lily and Aria need you. The world needs your story. So fight. One more time. Fight." "I don't know if I can." "You can. I know you can. Because you're stronger than anything that tries to destroy you. Even your own body. Even death." Brock started to fade. "Goodbye, Beth. Thank you for winning. Thank you for being everything I never was." Then he was gone. I woke up to Marcus holding my hand. Emma on my other side. Lily standing at the foot of the bed. All of them crying. "You're awake," Marcus sobbed. "Thank God. You scared us."