Novel & Cerita Broken Knight Lj Shen

She also noticed a challanging look in them. "Disturbed? Afraid?" he enquired with a knowing smirk. The blood stains on his shirt might help her realise that he was no prince charming and this was no fairytale. He was a cold-blooded killer. The sight had sent Leah running for the hills, he suspected she would have also ran if her legs could cooperate.

I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent of oak and winter rain. I closed my eyes, listening to the steady, rhythmic beat of Jarrett’s heart beneath my cheek, feeling the silent, electric pulse of our bond humming between us. Lucian wanted me broken. He spent decades orchestrating my pain, hoping my trauma would make me weak enough to control or blind enough to destroy myself. He failed. I am not broken. I was never broken. The trauma was real, the betrayal was deep, but the blood running through my veins is ancient, royal, and invincible.

Liam had broken Yarden's ribs. "Ahhhhh!" Without missing a beat, Liam stepped on Yarden's chest, pinning the latter to the ground, and glared down at him from his towering height. "Yarden Knowles, the heir of the respectable Knowles family, eh? I'd very much like to see what you have in store for me!"

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I slowly let go of Caleb's waist and tried to back away but he growled and held me tighter to him. "She's mine. You're not my mate. You were never my mate." He snarled at her. Her eyes widened and then went back to glare at me again. "No. I am your mate. I am the Luna of the Broken Shadows Pack. Don't listen to her. She's a liar. Did she tell you that she's your mate? She's an attention seeking whore. Slut." She snarled back at him. I was just sitting on the bed in Caleb's embrace and watching his and Lindsay's spitting match. Lindsay stomped right in front of us in her 5 inch heels and ripped Caleb's arms off me.

"We can heal together, Zeenah. I can help you heal." "I don't think I'll ever be able to heal," she felt her heart constrict at the raw emotions building in her. She began and felt a burn begin behind her eyes. "It's not possible, I'm far too broken to heal anytime soon. Just let me go, you can find someone better." She chocked on her tears and quickly slapped her hands across her lips. Damn her emotions! "Never!" He bit out harshly. "Would you have let me go if I was in your shoes?"

"Jack, my wolf told me you betrayed me for a lowly Omega." My voice was soft, but my gaze grew colder with each word. "Now, you'll see what happens to those who betray me." The moment the words left my lips, I aimed for his intact left leg and brought the knife down in a brutal strike. The blade sliced through his Achilles tendon in an instant. Jack's scream tore through the air, raw and agonized. Now, he had become a crippled shadow of himself. Dad stepped forward from behind me, his voice booming with authority as he declared, "Jack has broken his oath and betrayed his pack. He's unworthy of being an Alpha and doesn't deserve the protection of any pack.

The boy was trembling, the gold-violet glow of his hair flickering like a dying candle. "The North belongs to the broken?" The man laughed, a sound like glass being ground into a wound. "That’s a nice sentiment for a Hallmark card, Genesis. But in a high-tier web novel, 'The Broken' are only interesting when they are currently being smashed. If you want to keep the audience, you need a 'Crisis'." Lyra lunged from the shadows, her shadow-wings a violent canopy of violet starlight. She struck the man with her obsidian blade, but the metal stopped inches from his chest, hitting an invisible wall of "Negative Feedback."

Axen looked at me without a speck of emotion on his face and said. "I accept. Our bond is broken with the blessing of the Goddess.' Axen tried and failed to hold back another howl. In the end he let loose a loud heart breaking cry that felt like a dagger to my heart, then fell back hitting the hard Chapel floor with a thud.

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.