Broken Kingdom Book Novels & Stories

Her terror wrapped around me, but it also kept me steady, it gave me something to fight for. The thing rose up again, unfolding taller than the ceiling should allow. The air went cold, like it was sucking the warmth right out of me. Where hands should've been, darkness licked the air like hungry flames. "Break." The word exploded inside my head. My bones felt like they were getting hammered. My teeth rattled, my spine jerked, and everything went dim at the edges. It wasn't a sound. It was destruction made into a word. I staggered, almost dropping her. "No!" The word ripped out of my throat. My knees wanted to give, but I held on to the weight of the child in my arms. Her heartbeat drummed ag

“No—Ashen—” But the girl was already gone, The page in Liora’s hand caught fire not with heat, but with memory, It wrapped around her wrist, snaking like a tattoo of words. The script entered her skin, Entered her bones And something settled inside her, Not a soul, Not a power. A presence, Ashen. Still unfinished, But no longer alone, And the Hollow Crown, lying forgotten on the ground, shook once. Then split. A crack split the golden band, Ink gushed from it, flooding the soil, dark and brilliant and wild, The void shrieked recoiled not in pain, but in confusion, Because the Hollow Crown was never meant to be broken.

I can't even remember the last time when someone spoke to me without having to bring up my background and overall nature. Wells stood in his seat. Amongst the bookshelves, he pulled out a leather book in his hand. "This isn't a thorough history of this world, but if you insist on returning to the castle with at least something, then I suggest you read this," "Does it have relevant information to who I am?" "Yes. The book mentioned the Great Rift. And how it has affected the four kingdoms. It's a children's tale, but since you are similarly grounded to a child's limited knowledge, this is a good starting place,"

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.

Only one messaged from him and all my worries would be gone. “I hope he won’t get mad.” I whispered while staring the table out from the garden. Until now I couldn’t believe that our house was still the same. I thought Demir would let Laura lived here and changed everything. As I was about to stand the frame suddenly fell on the ground. My heart skipped in surprise to hear the loud bang and the broken pieces of glasses scattered on the ground. I was about to pick one of the broken glasses but it pinned on my fingers and so as my phone suddenly vibrated.

Chapter 7: The Breaking Point The weekend dragged like a shadow, each hour heavy with the weight of Mom's overheard confession. I avoided her eyes over breakfast, picking at toast while she chattered about her shift schedule, her voice too bright, too normal. The apartment felt smaller, the walls pressing in with unspoken accusations. Richard's infidelity ploy, her resentment toward Marcus—it all looped in my mind, twisting the narrative I'd clung to. Was she the villain now, her warnings a shield for her own shattered dreams? Or was I grasping at straws to justify the pull toward Marcus, the forbidden ache that had only grown since the HR storm?

Now, we had to face the Guilt. "The Chain is about the cellar, isn't it?" I whispered. "It’s about every link you’ve ever worn, Emma," Nathaniel said, his eyes full of a weary compassion. "And it’s coming to pull you back into the dark." I stood up, my amber eyes fixed on the Alabaster Spire. Nine chapters left. The Crown was broken. Now, it was time to break the iron. "Let the chain come," I said, my voice a steady, sovereign resonance. "I’ve got the bolt-cutters."

The older lady patted her shoulder lightly while returning the smile then headed back to her business leaving Amy behind. "Where do I start from?" Confused Amelia whispered. "What kind of Christian books would be less boring?" She exhaled deeply while her fingers traced through the books on the shelf. “‘Ahaha!” exclaimed confused Amy as she picked out a book from the shelf. “What could this be about?” wondered Amy while she read the synopsis of the book in her hand. She read out in an undertone, “Filled with faith and inspiration, Break Out will challenge you to build a new prespective, let nothing hold you back…” Nodding her head in concurrence to the words she read, “ hmmmmm…. I certainly

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.