For The Shattered Things Novels & Stories

and the devastation of them. Kael's face became stern. "Devastation? I believed the Keeper to have stated that they couldn't be destroyed. Zara turned the pages and stated, "That's what it said." However, this—this indicates differently. There is a method to unmake the shards, but they cannot be destroyed normally. The Ritual of Reclamation is the name given to it. Kael scowled. "What's involved in that?" Zara's face furrowed as she read the paragraph quickly. "All the shards must be brought together. They used to be a source of great strength and a component of a whole. They will revert to their initial state if they are reunited.

"You're experiencing a breakdown." "Absurd?" I chuckle, but there's nothing funny about it. It's the noise of something being unleashed. "I'm experiencing freedom for the first time in months." I take another fragment of the shattered bracelet—the biggest one, with the coiled antenna still there—and hit it once more, crushing it beneath my foot until it’s merely contorted metal, sparks, and shattered hopes.

Tears streamed down my face as I realized that in a single night, I had lost the trust of someone I cared deeply about, and my refuge had been transformed into a shattered, lifeless shell of its former self. I couldn't hold back the tears as I sat in the wreckage of my apartment, surrounded by shattered remnants of my life. My tablet lay in ruins on the coffee table, its once pristine screen now a spiderweb of cracks. The once comfortable couches were torn and defiled, stuffing spilling out like wounded soldiers. Broken mirrors cast fractured reflections of my shattered world. With trembling hands, I began sifting through the debris. Each item I touched felt like another stab to my heart. Th

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

Was everything was truth. I really loved her. And that's why I have. Shattered. Shattered in a way that can't be sticked back. The thing that everything she have done, and thinking it again again everytime. It makes it harder on me. The glass is breaking more intensely, the glass that is settled in my heart. Its in the amount of pain, that can't be described. Its in pieces that numbers can't be counted. Glue can't stick it back. I am shattered. And not just shattered. When she is agreeing everything without any hesitation. And guilt. It makes put harder for me.

Just a girl. Shattered.

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Lucas shouted, his voice breaking through the confusion and chaos. But it was too late. The binding had failed. The altar cracked open completely, and from the shattered stone poured a wave of shadow, washing over Clara and the others. It was as though the very fabric of the world was tearing, and everything they had fought for was unraveling in an instant.