Fractured Souls Novels & Stories

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,”

Something had just shifted in the air—something even he couldn’t control. But I didn’t have time to process it. I couldn’t even hold the image in my mind for longer than a second before something else seized me—something deeper than pain. My thoughts began to fracture again, but not from the poison this time. This wasn’t chemical. This wasn’t physical. It was psychic. My soul was cracking.

Solaris said, “your soul fractured.” The Atrium air tightened; even the luminous currents stilled. Kael froze first. “Her soul—what?” Seraphine gasped. Rian’s eyes bulged. Eryx muttered a curse. Ianthe whispered, “So that’s why she’s… her.” Kade swallowed hard. “And that’s why another convergent soul exists…” Lunaris nodded. “Yes,” he said quietly. “The fracture created two paths. Two fates. Two convergences.”

My spirit bleeds in the Forsaken Realm, fractured in ways that go beyond physical injury. The consciousness that hangs here, torn from my flesh and bound in shackles forged from crystallized regret, has been worn thin by eons of torment. Yet through the cracks of despair those hairline fractures that appear in even the most carefully constructed prison when hope refuses to die completely I feel something again. Them. My children again.... Not just their voices, but their presence, their souls blazing like beacons in the darkness that has defined my existence for so long.

That day he understood that they all had finally "Shattered the poor soul completely into pieces" *****

“You’ve been running from what you are. No more.” Elixir shook her head. “I don’t know what you mean.” Her twin grinned. “Don’t you?” With a slow movement, she raised her hand. Elixir gasped as pain surged through her chest. It felt like someone was tearing at her insides. She clutched her chest, gasping for air. “What is happening?” Her twin’s eyes glimmered. “Your soul is fractured.” The masked man spoke again, his voice steady. “This is the truth, Elixir. You are two parts of the same being. The life you know is just one part.”

“She says she’s always been with you, Mom. Since you were born. When they split you at birth, they tried to lock her away. But she was too strong.” I felt the weight of the words before they finished settling. My knees weakened. “She’s not just mine,” I whispered. “She’s me.” “No,” Lila said. “She’s what’s left over from you. The part they never let become.” Kael reached for me, his hand warm against my lower back. “You’re shaking.” “I’m remembering.” I turned to Eliah. “Is this possible? That something followed me, not just Lila?” She nodded. “Splintering the soul isn’t always clean. Sometimes fragments try to live their own lives. Some become echoes. Others become doors.”

My hair turned a blinding, crystalline white, and my eyes—once hazel—became twin voids of violet starlight. “Killian!” I roared, the resonance of my voice shattering the glass-rimed wagons. “You wanted the Sovereign? Come and see her!” I lunged toward the third wagon, not as a wolf, and not as a woman, but as a living shard of the Winter. As I touched my mother’s brow, the world turned white. The Fracture was complete. I had saved the souls, but I had broken the anchor. And as the darkness claimed me, the last thing I felt was the silence—not the Silence of the Mastery, but the cold, absolute silence of a heart that had finally stopped feeling the heat.

The Fracture froze mid-leap, its body unraveling into threads of smoke and fire. She heard the Queen’s voice again. The ending is yours now. Her scream tore through the clearing as the other Fractures lunged. One by one, they collapsed into shards, not destroyed, but rewritten. Their forms twisted into fading silhouettes, dissolving into the mist like memories finally let go. When the last one fell, silence consumed the clearing.