Romans & histoires Fractured Souls

"His soul, which he eventually has, is fractured. Every moment he stays awake prolongs the damage. Kaelen's breath quivered. "I'm scared."

He clenched his fists, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface as the question echoed unanswered. Above, the heavens remained fractured, the jagged split in the sky visible only to those cursed to perceive it. Victor could see it clearly, the unsettling rupture that tore across the clouds like a scar. It was a sight that defied reason, a glimpse into the realms beyond that few could endure without losing their sanity. Those attuned to the demonic pathways—Victor, Saoirse, and others like them—were bound to its haunting presence, a grim reminder of the chaos lurking just beyond the veil.

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.

"I can do this all day." Keeping quiet the man screamed as Summer continued breaking his fingers one by one each time making it much more painful than the last. "Want to try that?" Reggie asked as Summer broke the man's only remaining finger. "That?" Summer asked looking at Reggie questioningly. "The new zapper." Reggie responded grinning.

They may have my blood in their hands, but the monster in me will be spilling more blood and destroying more lives. First, Lucy, then Cassidy...I'm no longer just a lost soul, I'm the devil incarnate.

There was something missing again, but neither of them knew where it was. In the Karahan mansion, which is in the middle of the vast land, the ground was shaking. All the employees were devoted to their work, but it was impossible for them not to hear Kerem's voice. It seemed like no one was living in the mansion because of the closed doors, if not for that voice... Kerem threw the vase in his hand on the ground and broke it, and continued to shout, staring at his father with his fiery eyes. "Tell me as much as you want! I don't understand!

No one was spared, not even himself. His bones ripped apart, his flesh fractured, and his soul splintered under the strain of the outburst. Crimson mana charged with the shadows of the dead weak bloods zapped around him like wild thunder. Thousands and thousands of souls, aflame with vengeance, had converged within him to end the world. Their screeches, their pain, the tormented howls of those souls penetrated through Ezra’s body, protecting and destroying him at the same time. Back then, I knew if I didn’t do something, I’d lose my brother. So, I didn’t think too much and sprinted towards him.

He exhaled slowly, the breath sharp from cracked ribs. “That woman,” he said coldly, “she wants to see us kill each other. That’s the only thing that excites her anymore. She craves chaos—blood, suffering, death… Call it whatever you want. It’s what feeds her.” He ran his fingers gently over the bruises near his collarbone, wincing slightly, then smirked without mirth. “I’m used to it.” “You can stop her,” the butler whispered, almost pleading. “You’re not like them.”

Because some things once torn apart Still find their way… back to the heart. The room held still, yet something changed, A fragile balance rearranged. No war declared, no peace defined, Just three souls caught in crossing lines. The lights were soft, the air too thin, As if the walls could feel within The weight of all that stood unsaid, Of paths once broken, now half-thread. Giovanni stood, her posture tight, A sentinel carved out of fight.

Kael’s roar tore through the tunnel like thunder, raw and primal. His body shook violently as the failsafe clawed deeper into his mind, trying to turn him into the weapon the corporations had designed him to be. His hand around my throat tightened, not enough to cut off air, but enough to remind me how easily he could snap my neck if the programming won. “I trust you,” I whispered again, tears streaming down my face. “Even if you have to hurt me… fight it, Kael. Fight for us.”