Fractured Souls 소설 & 이야기

His soulfire shattered into countless pieces. Then, his bones started splintering with a sound like cracking ice, charred skin splitting open to expose white fragments of bone underneath. Even the small bones in his fingers broke apart and crumbled to dust. His head cracked back against the rock wall. The impact split his forehead to the bone, and blood poured down over his eyes and blinded him completely. Now, his soulfire was gone, and his body was falling apart. The roar of heavenly energy faded to something far away, and death rolled in like cold water and covered him whole.

His trust touched a few, their faces softening, his love a spark that countered the fracture’s haze. Bryan’s glow surged, his voice echoing. “Hope’s not gone.” His light pulsed, weaving through the crowd, reigniting faint bonds, his hope a fire that burned against the shadow’s whispers. The first twist struck: the fracture’s shadow wasn’t just doubt but a living weaver, a rogue thread from the nexus’s origin, named Zythra, feeding on broken love to grow. Its haze thickened, whispering lies, turning the crowd against Jessica’s team. A man shouted, “Outsiders! You’re the cause!” The crowd surged, eyes wild.

Behind the grown up woman, AbdulRahman saw a little girl, a broken little girl. Amirah hated feeling weak, she was strong. She'd built up her walls, she'd been weak and that was why Adnan did what he did to her so she built an exterior front but behind it all, she was still that little girl, the sweet shy Amirah that Adnan had taken advantage of. She was broken. She thought she was over it but today her walls crumbled and she'd showed the part of her she'd always kept hidden, the part where she was just a little naive girl.

Galene banged on the window, ignoring the pain in her wrist. The man at the back sniggered, and Stralath shot him a glare. "I'm the same as you," Stralath confirmed. "Not of this planet." Silence fell as she dropped her arm. Not of this planet. What did that mean? Same as her, how? Did he know of her weird skin—how, during her younger years, it had changed when she was scared. Did he know she was a freak? Like at eight years old, when she'd severed a finger when washing a glass.

Looking down at her hands she noticed them turn into paws covered in fur with protruding claws. It felt as if her spine was going to break, her body contorted in a way that it had never done before. She cried out in pain but it was not her own voice that she heard, it was the howl of a wolf struggling to break free. Her bones cracked and her legs pained as she turned. A pain she’d never felt before. It only took a few moments but it felt like a lifetime.

The moment my body slammed into the cold, unforgiving stone below, the air was forced from my lungs, leaving me gasping in the darkness. Pain shot through my ribs, but there was no time to dwell on it. I quickly pushed myself up, groaning, and scanned the room, or what was left of it. Groans echoed around me. My team is struggling to recover from the fall. I forcing myself onto my hands and knees, feeling around to make sure no one was seriously hurt. My wolf, Jasper, stirred within me, frustrated by the trap we had walked into, his growls rumbling in the back of my mind.

“Losing myself. This fire in me… every time I use it, I feel like I’m burning up pieces of who I am. Like eventually there’s not gonna be anything left.” He nodded. Classic Silas, all chill. “That’s what power does. It burns away the junk. Makes you figure out what’s under all the armor.” She shot him a look. “And what if I can’t stand what I find?” He actually—get this—softened. Like, you could almost see the granite crack. “Then smash it up and build something better. Who says you gotta keep every broken bit?” He brushed her hair out of her face—slow, careful. His fingers stuck around a second longer than they needed to. “You’re not some monster, Evangeline. Just hauling too much crap.”

In the shared mental space, Marcus stood revealed – not seven souls in one body but one soul fractured into seven pieces, each break a point of pain he'd never healed. "You're broken," I said with sudden understanding. "Not powerful – just broken in complicated ways." "SILENCE!" But in the trinary bond, silence was impossible. We were all connected, all visible, all vulnerable. Marcus's pain flooded through us – centuries of isolation, the weight of souls he'd consumed to feel less empty, the desperate hunger for connection that had driven him to possess rather than bond. "We can help you," I offered, even as Dimitri and Kieran's protests rang through the bond. "Not possession. Not control.

The impact blasted Shane's mind to pieces. "For a piece of trash everyone's slept with like you, I actually… actually destroyed my own child! I ruined Lily… I ruined my entire family!" The madness in Shane's eyes frightened Fleur so badly that she wet herself. She turned to run, but he grabbed her by the collar. The force nearly choked her. He seemed to care about nothing anymore. Dragging her down the hallway, he stumbled forward, refusing to let go no matter how she screamed, kicked, or struggled.