Fractured Novels & Stories

Two other Greys are trying to assist him but they keep casting him worried glances as they attempt to widen the fracture and stabilise it. “Mace, come take a break,” I say softly. “Can’t,” he grunts and his knees almost give out beneath him from exhaustion. “Take a fucking break!” I snap and he stumbles backwards before returning his focus to the sky. “I can't, Theo, I need this open,” he groans.

And now— That version of the night felt like something else entirely. A constructed reality. A carefully placed lie. Ava pressed her fingers lightly against her temples. This was how it started, wasn’t it? Not with a dramatic revelation. Not with a single moment of truth. But with small fractures. Tiny inconsistencies. Little pieces that didn’t quite fit until suddenly— They did. And when they did— Everything changed. Her phone buzzed again. Ava froze. For a moment, she didn’t move. Didn’t reach for it. Didn’t breathe.

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

And just like that— Everything fractured.

I didn’t faint. I shattered.

he threatened. Actually, his words this time enough to make Zack tremble. This time the well-built man stood up unsteadily. Occasionally he stepped back and forth, moving his body. He had lost strength now, not to mention that both of his fingers were now broken at their joints, it was possible that they would rot inside. According to the medical science controlled by Nicko, joint fractures must be treated by surgery or tissue termination. If left alone, of course, the wound inside will fester and spread everywhere.

Dirt should have been caught in the fissure, but there was none. Afanasiv ran his finger down the fracture until he got to a tiny piece of rock that looked as if it had fallen in the crack, but the crack had formed around it.

I’ll have a nice vertical scar if I survive my fun rounds with these two. Jonathan steps up, and with two hands, he rears back and swings his mallet. Metal hits metal as it rings through the room. Darkness blossoms in my eyes as my femur fractures like a fucking branch in a storm. It splinters, every nerve in my bone crying out as it rips from its other half, and I open my mouth to breathe and fail.

His hand hit the glass, not with the power of all his might, but with a hard, sharp snap. The glass didn't shatter into a thousand pieces. Instead, it was sliced by a jagged, one-way crack across its front, dividing his image in half and cutting his face in two. A spider's web of finer cracks sprang from the point of impact, creating a dozen twisted, fractured duplicates of himself that stared back at him with horror.

good. “Then let it break,” I said. because that was the point. the space fractured. widely. Violently. everything splitting. everything losing definition. and through it I saw him. Zayden. Falling. fighting. still holding himself. relief hit. sharp. because he hadn’t lost. not yet. not completely. I pushed forward. through the fracture. through the instability. through everything. because now there was no hesitation. no doubt. No alternative. the origin surged. trying to close it. trying to contain it. trying to decide again.