Broken Melody Novels & Stories

*Melody* I lay semi-conscious on the cold, wet grass, staring into the empty eyes of my lover, Chase. My body wracked with sobs of despair that continued despite the pain of the completely severed bond vanishing. My body had fully processed the pain, but my soul was still mourning. My soul lost its half, my heart fell into pieces, and my mind couldn't cope with the most tremendous loss of my life. "Ch-sss." I tried to say his name despite my broken jaw and howls.

’ She thought angrily struggling with her feelings, she could not understand why she had let him do those things to her with no understanding of the power of the Mate Bond the pressure inside her grew and Cerridwen stirred, ‘It is time’ She whispered to Melody who looked wildly at Loki and then screamed in terror as the pain inside her increased, and her bones begin to break and realign themselves. Terrified she thought she was dying and turned to Loki for help the pain was becoming unbearable and she screamed again and again in agony tears streaming down her face, ‘Stop fighting me Melody, it is time to face the truth’

The melody carried a soft ache, delicate yet commanding, weaving through the air with haunting elegance. Each note trembled with emotion, rising and falling like a confession whispered too late. It wasn't loud, yet it filled every corner of the hall, vibrating against marble walls and sinking straight into the chest. It felt like longing. Like regret. Like devotion wrapped in restraint. Soon enough, as the final note lingered, James transitioned seamlessly into another piece. This time, the orchestra joined in, cellists, pianists, and violins swelling together in harmony, layering the music into something richer, deeper, almost overwhelming.

But his touch felt dirty now, there was no comfort to be had in his arms. "Fuck you David, you just want to get your dick wet in as many holes as possible. Jackass." Melody was normally sweet as apple pie, and never swore, not right now, not after her boyfriend of the last year broke up with her out of nowhere. He had set something on fire inside her, and the fire was full of fury. Now she was a woman in pain. Her breath burned in her chest, her heart was beating much too quickly as it broke into a million tiny pieces.

My eyes flew open. The world was a haze of antiseptic whites and blaring machines. The pungent sting of antiseptic burned my nose, along with the agony firing through each bone in my body. I tried to talk, to yell, but what emerged was a broken rasp. No voice. No sound.

Music notes float through the evening air like dandelion seeds in a summer breeze. A sad melody fills the entirety of the room, making such a beautiful place feel almost empty, so lonely, and cold. My master looks defeated, just as I felt on the floor of the auction house when I found out that my father had been murdered. With my heart in pain for him, I wish I could comfort him somehow.

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 Final Architecture] The music box did not merely play; it bled. The melody—a fragile, minor-key lullaby—coiled through the heavy velvet drapes of the master suite, filling the spaces between the basalt walls with a sound that should have been impossible. It was a phantom vibration from a dead mother’s lips, a sequence of notes that existed only in the private cells of Ivy’s memory.

I think that is what haunts me the most. "You are the worst kind of person, Sloane," I screamed as I started hitting her. Over and over again until her picture fell on the ground in multiple pieces. I continued to hit the picture on the ground. The crowbar hitting the concrete made an awful noise, and it sent vibrations up my arm, and I'm sure that my screams were heard throughout the entire house.

The sachet traced a smooth arc through the air, trailing a fragrant scent. Melody tightened her lips and held her breath, refusing to inhale any of the fragrance. The men caught the scent and immediately grew cautious, releasing her. They covered their mouths and noses. "What was that smell just now?" Melody winced in pain from her back as she was dropped to the ground. Frowning intensely, she waited for the scent to dissipate before saying nonchalantly, "That was Soul-breaking Incense. Anyone who smells it without an antidote within half an hour will die."