Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

As he pressed his face against hers, he said, “Next time, sweet pea, it’s forever. I’ll see you soon. Daddy loves you.” As Ben closed the door behind him, Haldir began to laugh his raspy, hearty laugh of amusement. “Oh Selvin. I guess you could say that this curse is finally broken. Just like your fucking skull is about to be.” Haldir knocked his knuckles against the top of Selvin’s head. “ Broken into a million fucking pieces.”

I screamed, light erupting from my eyes, my skin fracturing into silver lines. Everything disintegrated—the city, the army, Kael’s curses, Auren’s voice—until there was only that one truth pulsing through the mark: The Crown is broken. Long live the Queen. Then, silence. And darkness swallowed everything.

And a note: “This is what happens to those who sell fire for fame.” Chuka’s hands trembled. He realized he hadn’t betrayed James. He’d betrayed himself. End of chapter 14🤭 •Chapter 15 – The Ashes We Inherit The Broken Bell no longer stood. By morning, it was rubble. Scattered pews, shattered stained glass, and the blackened remains of sacred wood. Smoke still curled in the air, as if reluctant to let go. James stood barefoot in the wreckage. The blueprint, though singed, remained in his hand pulsing faintly like a tired heart. Eliora stood beside him, face streaked with ash and resolve.

“You're going to break yourself if you continue to keep it inside.” Cecilia turned, her eyes glinting with held-back feelings. “They turned their backs on me, Annie. My family, my pack. They threw me out like I was nothing.” Her voice trembled, and she collapsed onto a nearby chair, cradling her head in her hands. "How can I recover from that?" Annie crouched down next to her, gently resting a reassuring hand on her arm. "You are among the powerful wolves I have come across." And you’re not alone on this. You have me.”

Emily The morning sun streams in through my bedroom window, signalling the fateful day has arrived. Today I leave behind my old life for a new future as Luna of Red Creed Pack. More importantly, today marks the first step toward achieving my long-awaited revenge. By this time tomorrow, I'll be far from the grasp of Dorian and Lily. Too far for them to continue hounding my steps. A knock sounds at the door before my mother enters, her smile tinged with melancholy. "Good morning, my darling. Are you all ready for your departure?"

You forget to interact with people and you forget to feel anything except the pain that you had kept in for so long. And then she came into my life. She eclipsed my every hurt and pain because hers was greater than mine. She is afraid but hides it well behinds her beauty. She is strong but doesn't let people see that side of her. And she is broken but I fell for the cracks, wanting to fill them up with the pieces of my own broken heart. I would do anything for her, except... (This book is a dark tragedy. Contains dubious content that might not be for sensitive readers. Proceed with caution.)

Lucas said, and I lazily skimmed through the file. “I will see to it and make sure everything is back in order, is there something else I need to know?” I asked and Lucas was quiet, probably thinking. “Yes, we noticed the wall at the east border had been cracked which was surprising because the wall is strong and can’t crack so easily,” Lucas said, and I suddenly remembered about the prisoners who were poisoned to death, I wasn’t able to get to that before the announcement of Eleanor’s death. “I need you to do something for me discreetly,” I said and Lucas moved forward, giving me his full attention.

My Grandma died some few years ago but not after telling me everything I have to know, not after leaving a great burden on my shoulders. It was after her death that I decided to relocate. Thea tried all her best to let me stay but I told her I had to leave for my own good. I know that it is bad and very coward of me to always relocate when I am betrayed. I know I should learn to face my demons but what can a broken person really do? What good can ever come out of a broken Pieces of heart? Thea even insisted to follow me here too but I immediately turned her down and explained things clearly to her and she eventually understood.

Mom chuckled and gave him a flying kiss. "Geez, I don't wanna see you guys flirt anymore. I am done. Goodnight dear folks." They wished me back as I went upstairs in my room. Taking a shower, I sat down at my bed. My gaze fell over the book kept on the table. Right, I should start with the assignment. "Myth of The Broken Throne". I mumbled opening the book. The pages were yellowish, a little tattered on the corners, clearing showing how old it was. Nonetheless, the classic vibes were all I needed to jump into the story.

Just stone grinding against stone as ancient mechanisms shifted, the sound echoing through the square like a held breath finally released. Liora stepped into the open air. The square fell silent. Hundreds of eyes locked onto her—fearful, hopeful, resentful, desperate. She felt it all wash over her, a tide that might have crushed her if she hadn’t already endured worse in darker hours. Draven remained half a step behind her. Not looming. Not commanding. Present. “I won’t lie to you,” Liora said, her voice carrying farther than she expected, steady despite the tremor in her hands. “The kingdom is broken.”