Novel & Cerita Broken Princess

Seraphina’s voice faded into the echo. > “If you want to save him—break the bond. Even if it means losing everything.” Mira’s pulse roared in her ears. “But if I break it, I’ll disappear.” > “Yes.” “Then it’s settled.” --- Back in the real world, Adrian awoke to the sound of glass breaking. “Mira!” he shouted, staggering from bed. He found her in the chapel, surrounded by glowing shards, her hands pressed against the mirror’s cracked surface.

She flings my feet off Mitchell' lap, forces my weight down, and tries to march straight toward the painting. The moment my bad foot hits the floorboard, reality crashes back. I rip control straight back from her, but it is too late. A loud, sickening crack echoes through the room as my bone breaks all over again. A piercing scream rips out of my throat. My balance vanishes, and I topple sideways toward the floor. But before I can hit the hard wood, the king lunges forward. His heavy arms catch me by the waist, scooping me up before I crash.

Jax asked. “I saw a lot of dead bodies along a blood trail but they were corpses of the rogues but the disturbing part was that I saw Ty, Tyson and Victor captivated by Ansel and the later had a yellow gem with him. It was not hard to guess that it was the Spell Breaker,” she replied worriedly. “The Spell Breaker ?” Kai questioned in confusion. “Yes, it is a mighty yellow stone that can break the effect of any spell. No wonder he was able to enter the Forbidden Forest in his usual form,” she said.

She's here and there's no other way to escape. “Comrades! Someone broke in!” The man who saw the princess shouted again. 'It's annoying' The princess immediately took a treasure box and threw it at the person who screamed who saw her. It was hit when it tried to enter. It fell down so the princess was able to get out without difficulty.

“Anna, that’s enough.” But it wasn’t. Because they were still there. Still trying. Still reaching. Still a threat. “They’ll keep coming,” I said. “Then we deal with it—” “This is dealing with it.” My hand lifted slightly. And the pressure increased. The first crack echoed. Loud. Sharp. One of them Broke. Not fell. Not stumbled. Broke. Like glass under too much force. The other two reacted instantly. Trying to move. To escape. But they couldn’t.

As the leg took another step an entire body came into view. “Beautiful.” Christopher mumbled. “What the fuck?” Brock grumbled releasing his grip on Christopher who crumpled to the floor while ripping the sword from his back. "What and who the fuck are you!?" "My oh my.... It's been some time since anyone had the audacity to address me in such a manner." Brisia declared turning her cold black eyes on Brock. "I don't care what worm you have backing you Brock Telendale... But I'm the last being you wish to cross with your history."

The young prince lifted his leg high, mid charge, and brought his leg down in a powerful overhead kick. “3rd strike” *Bang* Breaker was quicker this time and was able to get his hammer above his head. Yet when Abe’s foot came down onto his hammer, Breaker felt a great weight that pushed him deeper into the earth. The ground beneath him cracked open and Breaker found to his chagrin that one of his feet was stuck. There was someone happy with this development though: the young prince of Zandor’s Western Empire. And he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass him by.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was her. That pained look on her face when she said I broke her will haunt me for the rest of my days. When I met Nessa, she didn’t have any damage. That was what was so damn rare and beautiful about her. She didn’t see the world for the dark, ugly place it is, but instead saw the good in everything, even me. The Nessa that confronted me last night wasn’t the same girl I left behind, though. All the agony written on her face, the defeat in her eyes, was fresh damage. Put there by me. I took a beautiful, pure thing, and I broke it. I thought I was setting her free by leaving, but instead, I was destroying her.

" I will use my husband's.’ she responds, laughing from ear to ear. Her excitement for this marriage is clearly shown on her face. 'Okay then, with the authority vested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife.’ the registerer exclaims after My wife and me exchange our rings. Some months later, Jessa’s POV I open the windows in my room as I inhale a large amount of air into my lungs. Indeed, fresh air is a great remedy for a broken person, a sign of a new start for a broken heart. It has been so many years since I last saw the once love of my life,so many years since I got my heart shattered for the second time. It has been a rough road for me. I have not been myself for these past years. I d

She looked at me without speaking for a long moment. Then she stretched out her hand. “Give it to me.” I looked at her open palm. Then at the vial in my hand. My heart was breaking. But I placed the vial gently in her hand. She smiled—small, sad. Her eyes locked with mine. “Thank you,” she whispered. And then she dropped it. The vial shattered on the floor. Liquid spilled across the stone—glittering, wasted, gone