Cracked Doll Novels & Stories

Elara's eyes darkened. "So he created copies." Lily's expression changed. "That's why we have fragments of the same consciousness." Veronica nodded slowly. "Three fragments." Ava whispered: "And the fourth?" Elara smiled. "The fourth was never a fragment." She looked at Ava. "It was the lock." Ava felt the mark on her palm burn. "The lock to what?" Elara pointed toward the floor. "Me." The facility shook violently. A massive crack appeared beneath Ethan. He stumbled.

Hearing Wanda’s confession, the soul in the lantern started to talk. “What do you want from me?” Smiling, Wanda let the insanity gleam in her eyes. “Oh, I want many things. Your body is a very good fertiliser for my flowers and trees. It’s the best we’ve seen in a century, so I’m afraid I can’t give that back. However, I have something even better for you. I have a doll that you might have heard about when you signed up for the NNN Challenge. That new android love doll is a modern voodoo doll meant to stimulate sexual arousal in our tentacle workers for better work efficiency. However, I want to make one without any curses for you.”

Just a dull warmth, like a blanket that was too thin for winter. "Marcus," I said. "I hit his car. It was an expensive car. I don't have the money. He's giving me a way to pay it off without going to court." "By making you his doll?" His voice cracked. "What does that even mean? Elara, that's not—you can't just—" "I signed the contract." The words hung in the air. Marcus stared at me. His hands dropped to his sides. "When?" he asked. "Just now."

I sucked in a shaky breath, my chest still heaving as the adrenaline coursed through me. “That’s it,” he said, his voice low and soothing. “You’re okay. I’ve got you.” I didn’t know how long we sat there, his arms wrapped around me as I clung to him like a lifeline. My words died in my throat when I saw it. A doll. It sat in the corner of the hallway, its porcelain face cracked, its glassy eyes staring blankly at me. And its stomach— Its stomach was split open, its insides spilling out like a grotesque parody of blood and guts.

Jumping from this height would either kill me or leave me crippled. Summoning every bit of courage, I grabbed the porcelain doll off the shelf and threw it out the window with all my strength. There was a loud crack as the porcelain shattered, followed by a shrill, bloodcurdling scream. Strangely, the scream came from the other side of the door. It seemed like the doll and whatever was outside were somehow connected. I didn't have time to figure out who put that doll in my room. The thing outside was pissed now. Its voice wasn't Grandma's anymore. It sounded strange and wild, and it began kicking the door.

The vaulted ceilings sweated molten tears, and the screaming faces carved into the pillars seemed to wince, their stone mouths warped in silent dread. The palace tremored as Apollo slammed another demon scholar into a pillar of obsidian, the impact cracking the stone with a spiderweb of glowing fractures. The demon slid down the shattered surface, choking on ash, its limbs trembling. Shards of black glass rained around them, each fragment catching the red light like splinters of frozen blood. Apollo did not let him fall.

I explain. “What exactly are we trying to do here? I can barely see the fracture. It almost looks like a whisp of cloud,” Josie says. “Yes, it is much more subtle here, it's nothing like it is on the other side. That's why it has been so difficult to find,” Deacon adds. “I wonder why that is, but it doesn't really matter. That whisp you see shouldn't be there, you need to open it. Imagine it like a large sheet of ice that's blocking your way. Start chipping away at the crack in the ice until it's all gone,”

“His... Soul Stone has cracked.” Instantly, those who were present were left petrified. They felt as though their hearts had cracked.

Goddess, this is probably stupid. I slowly open the lid and peek inside… That can’t be right. I open it further and look at the group confused. “A doll?” Cam asks, and my lips purse. “Not just a doll, a doll that looks like it’s centuries old.” I tell him. It’s made out of sticks and twigs and the fabric is worn and yellow. “That looks voodooy, close it and let's go.” Finn says quickly and as soon as his voice stops, a loud bang from down the tunnel booms from the direction we came.

She stares wide-eyed at the Queen who just emerged from the inner chamber. Yuelan’s notes the guilty look on her servant’s face and decides to mess with her. She heard what the servant said about the doll. Not necessarily true. The doll is just someone she is using to distract herself from her horrid marriage, but she can’t have her personal servant spewing nonsenses. The girl needs to learn to keep her mouth shut. “Who am I obsessed with?” She questions in a calm tone like she is having a conversation about the weather with servant. While she waits for the servant to answer her question, she strides to set table and takes a sit. Suddenly she feels very farmish.