Fractured Souls Novels & Stories

"To all men in the world… Think twice before breaking a promise to a woman. Never hurt a woman, because you never know what she may become. Their hearts are fragile; treat them like eggs. They care deeply about the men they love, but once you're off their list, your existence or demise means nothing to them anymore… "If a broken woman seeks revenge, be prepared to face the worst fate. Women are the salt of the earth; the sweeteners of the universe. Once they set their minds on something, they're unstoppable…

Sparks of glass scattered like cruel confetti. I stared at the shattered phone, my whole body trembling. “That’s it,” I whispered hoarsely. “We’re done. All of us. Forever.” At that moment, when our last fragile bond was broken, I also let go of the part of me that believed in forever. When I finally stumbled into my apartment, the silence hit me harder than the betrayal itself. The door slammed shut behind me, rattling in its frame. My keys slipped through my fingers and clattered against the wooden floor. The sound echoed far too loudly in the suffocating quiet.

Precise. The intent. I tasted the intent of the men in the white coats. Cold. Arrogant. They didn't want the ore. They wanted the breakage. They wanted to crack the egg to see what would hatch. Nergal. I felt his hand on the lever. I felt his ambition like a rot in my core. Then—the Fracture. Pain beyond biology. The structural integrity of a world failing. The scream of rock tearing apart. The silence of the vacuum rushing in.

"I know who I am. I am Kerik Renfred you wrench! The Queen of all life and dead creatures of the world." "That's not possible-" "I am Kerik Renfred!" My voice grew louder and louder over every word, and my confidence slowly returned back to me. There was no way to survive hell, without taking a piece of it with you. Something only dark souls can understand. "The worst kind of pain, is the one you feel in your soul, it slowly devours everything and weighs you down until you can no longer move. It hurts more than any burn, any scar and any bruise. Because it would never heal, no matter what you do. It's always there inside of you."

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

“Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin stood up and looked around until his eyes met mine. Then he knelt in front of the chapel as the rain began to pour again. I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds parting for the blood moon to emerge. And the chatting became louder. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!” Kelvin slit his wrists with the spirit sword and allowed the blood to drip on the stairs of the chapel. And we all heard a rumbling sound apart from the sound of thunder as Darka emerged from beneath the chapel. “Let him fight! Let him fight! Let him fight!”