Fractured Novels & Stories

"What do you want?" "I want nothing. I am nothing. I am the absence of unity, the echo of division. I am what remains when the light forgets that it is many, not one." Mira stepped forward, her healer's instincts taking over. "You're suffering. I can feel it. Your light is fractured, broken. You need healing." The Fracture laughed, a bitter, hollow sound. "Healing? I am beyond healing. I am the wound that never closes, the scar that never fades. I am the doubt that lingers in the hearts of even the most faithful."

Strategy. The first fracture of the day revealed itself before breakfast. A critical team, recently reorganized under my supervision, had taken actions outside of approved protocols. On paper, their results were efficient, even impressive. In reality, the moves were reckless, unauthorized, and had created vulnerabilities in multiple departments. “They are testing the system,” I murmured. “Yes,” Adrian said quietly. “And some will break.” Break. The word hit harder today. Not falter. Not stumble. Break. Entirely. Permanently. Irrevocably.

She couldn't tell if any of her feelings about anything were appropriate. After sleeping about twenty-four hours, with Khadija checking on her occasionally, she finally got out of bed. She went to the bathroom and inspected her face in the mirror. She had a black eye, but the swelling had gone down. Her jaw was still puffy and weird on one side, and she looked like she'd been in a car wreck. But she was hungry, which she thought was probably a good thing, and she was definitely feeling more human and less like roadkill.

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.

" I take a deep breath to calm my racing heart and then continue further. "They managed to get the busted chair back far enough to slip my leg out. My femur was broken; it was a compound fracture that means the bone was piercing through my skin. All I could see was blood and flesh and bone sticking through all of that; it was the worst thing I have ever seen in my life. I could not walk, so I ordered them to leave me there; I would only slow them down if someone had to carry me. They had to get out of there because the gunfire was getting closer.

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He corrected himself, gritting the words. His breath started getting heavy. Instant fury enveloped him. He began to pace left and right, his uproarious eyes looking deep in thought. "Someone had touched you. Someone had touched my Hazel. She was handed to me with promise to protect her. She was to be protected. Someone had touched her." He was murmuring in between his walk, hands interlocking in back of his neck as he let out a deranged growl. "I WILL FUCKING SHRED HIM INTO PIECES. I WILL FUCKING TEAR THAT BASTARD APART!"

He had broken her to the core. To her it was so hard to be mended, when a bottle of wine falls to the floor shattering in to tiny pieces, the glasses can't be put together and even if you managed to collect the wine from there; it will be hard to drink it. She was that glass shattered beyond repair.

Fuck those sacrifices. “No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you, that someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they won’t even watch where the pieces land. But through breakdown, you’ll learn that you’re strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, you can conquer anyone. You’re strong, Melissa. I know, I’ve witnessed it. ” Eugene said softly.

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.