For The Shattered Things Novels & Stories

It makes us whole and sometimes it makes us shattered into pieces where we don’t know how to start on picking up the pieces and just try to live with the pieces that still made us alive and breathing. Those pieces that still gave an intact on our life but we already know that it was as fragile as a glass for one moment, we are already trying to outlive the past only to see ourselves stumbling on the ground and our words being shattered again by those pieces which we believes makes us intact and alive only to realize that those pieces remember every bit of her. Those pieces holds us together for it was the only pieces that remains for her.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

After all i had already became the atrocious girl in the family so what was the point of still being a virtuous girl. "The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever" by Carrol Bryant- resembled the situation of my splintered heart. My heart was shattered like a thousand pieces of broken mirror. And this was also the day from when I started thinking I was a cursed child with a cursed and tenebrous fate; this was the day my Ill fate started and I was doomed for life.

It shattered with a scream of metal and shadow. But the shards did not fall. They hovered, spinning, scattering into the air in a chaotic storm of glimmering glass. Each fragment seemed alive, whispering names, moments, half-formed memories. Varuun stepped back, eyes wide. “Selene… the shards—they are not under your control.”

The fire swallowed everything—stone, steel, even sound—until all I could hear was the relentless thunder of the shard in my chest. My body shook as flames licked along my arms, spilling into the air like serpents freed from chains. For a heartbeat, I saw nothing but ruin stretched before me: Damian lying broken in the ash, Marcus’s blood staining the earth, Angela’s eyes dimming into silence. The shard promised victory if I gave it what it wanted, but every image of triumph was painted in the loss of those I loved most.

Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me. I sank to my knees, the weight of my despair pressing me further into the cold embrace of the floor. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises. How had everything become so complicated? How had I become entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate me?

Shattered vows and shattered glass Isabella's POV I burst through the side door, my heart slamming against my ribs like a caged animal desperate for escape. Khole’s venomous voice tore through the mansion like a jagged blade, each word sharper than the last. The grand foyer, once a symbol of elegance and new beginnings, now rang with the violent crash of shattering crystal—something priceless, no doubt, worth more than everything my family had lost before Richard stepped in. The sound reverberated off the marble floors and high ceilings, followed by Richard’s low, commanding tone trying desperately to contain the hurricane he never saw coming.

The warmth spread through me, and it steadied the blaze at my center. Mara screamed like the world split, and the remaining guards shifted into a push. I felt the shard begin to destabilize—someone or something rending the base. The runes cracked. The core’s hum lost its steady beat and stuttered. I could not tell how long the collapse took. The final moment came with such a roar that it was like being inside a drum. The shard split, rain of black stone and sparks throwing up like small suns. The darkness that had leached from it bled back into the ground, into the earth, like a wound closing. The creatures collapsed, the corrupted form melting into ash, the recruited ones stumbling, freed a

Daniel had thrown his last stone. And it had shattered nothing but his own reflection. That night, I wrote a letter. Not to Daniel. Not to the courts. Not even to Lucas. I wrote it to myself. To the woman I used to be. To the girl who once believed love could save everything. I burned it after. But I remember every word. You are not broken. You are awakened. You are not bitter. You are wiser. You are not unloved. You are free. And from now on, the only vow you keep… is the one you make to yourself.