Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

"You see the wreckage. I see the man who stood in the wreckage and refused to let it be the end of him. I see the man who uses the skills forged in that hell to protect, not just me, but anyone he believes is being wronged. You call him ‘Worldbreaker’?" Anton turned his head at last, his eyes boring into Kaine. "You're right. He breaks worlds. He broke my world. The sterile, controlled, lonely world I built to keep myself safe. He shattered the walls and let in the light. He broke it open, and in the broken pieces, we built something new. Together."

Cameron ended up having to work two jobs just to make a living, yet every time something failed to go his parents' way, they would take their frustration out on him, beating and scolding him. Benjamin had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth, so he had only ever known the luxurious life of a wealthy family's son. Never had he had to deal with such hardship and suffering before. Every day, he wouldn't stop crying or kicking up a fuss, finally aggravating the Zinks so much that they kicked both him and Cameron out of the house. At last, something in Cameron snapped. He started beating Benjamin right there on the street, shouting, "This is all your fault for running your mouth! Rachel wou

She thought maybe she could see some things that could break the bond. She walked to the shelves and searched around for any books that involved werewolves. She picked up a book from the shelf. The book had a picture of a black wolf in front of the title. "Werewolves rule." She remembered that she had seen the book before. The book was for anyone who had just transformed for the first time. It was for the new wolves to know and follow certain rules. "Maybe it might have something to do with how to break it." She said , flipping the book. It was a book with a lot of tiny writing. She flipped it for some time, until she got bored. She was about to drop it when something caught her attention.

High above the desecrated courtyard, a lone black crow watched the scene silently from its perch on the broken pillar, and deep within Nysera's ancient soul, something fundamental finally began to break. End of Chapter 6

💥 Silver light flooded the room. Everyone turned. And froze. 😨 A figure stepped inside. A familiar figure. Tall. Covered in silver armor. Ancient symbols glowing across his chest. ✨ The Keeper. 💀 But something was different. Very different. His armor was cracked. His face pale. His eyes filled with urgency. 🌙 “The city is falling.” ⸻ 🌙 The Crack In The Sky Outside— The giant crack above the Forgotten World continued growing. 🌌 Reality itself was tearing apart.

“It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. What it cost. What it took to correct it.” I looked at Michael Adeyemi in the third row. He met my gaze steadily. “But it’s also and this is the part I didn’t expect when I began a book about what comes after. About the particular work of building something real from the ruins of something broken. About the people who helped with that work and the surprising directions from which help arrived.” I paused. “It’s a love story, which I also didn’t plan. But the truth of the last two years insisted on including itself.”

But when my magic didn’t manifest at ten like every other mage in the coven, everything changed. Suddenly I wasn’t a grieving child anymore. I was a failure. A waste of space. From that moment on, every scrap of food, every small kindness, every right to remain in this house had to be earned. I had learned quickly how to work for it. Now the only things left were a few faded pictures of family members I had never met and several of my mother’s favorite books. The covers were cracked and worn from years of use—too damaged for the coven to bother stealing.

Below them, the city was a carpet of lights, oblivious to the tragedy 900 feet in the air. "The lullabies were a lie, Elena," Madeline said, her back to her daughter. "The only truth is the Crown. The Broken Crown isn't just an organization. It’s a philosophy. We destroy the old world to make room for the new one. And Leo… Leo is the foundation of the new world."

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.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.