Fractured Souls Novels & Stories

I asked, hoping for something better, but fearing the worst. "it didn't just burn it." he said, his voice a bit more sharp. "it literally cracked the whole world sideways. The veils between dimensions, realms, spirit and living are all full of fractures now. There aren't so many right now, these fractures. But they are growing." I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared out into the ruined scorched lands as well. The wind whooshed through the blackened trees, and I thought I could hear whispers within them.

Kat's P.O.V I was currently sitting on the cold metal floor. Tears were staining my eyes as the thought of loosing Jack flooded my mind. "I can't loose Jack." I said to myself Loosing Jack is not an option. While wiping my tear stained face I started hearing gun shots. "Fuck Jack is here!" I yelled to myself. I attempted to jump up but immediately got pulled back. The restraints on my wrist caused my back to be slammed onto the the metal pole behind me.

He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over. When I arrived, I saw a spark of life return to his eyes, like an old fire rekindled. Still, that tiny ember vanished the moment I spoke. "I used to want to marry you here more than anything." Saying it now, I didn't feel pain anymore. Maybe, when the end is near, your heart just gets lighter.

The kitchen was too quiet for the kind of thirst I had. I didn't bother with a glass. I just opened the fridge and drank straight from the bottle like someone searching for relief, not just water. Coldness hit my throat, sharp and clean. I stood there a moment longer, watching the fridge light flicker on my face. My legs ached, but not in the normal way. They carried the kind of tiredness that wasn’t physical. When I got back to my room, I stopped at the door and stared.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

But in the unraveling, something new was being forged. Not yet unity. Not yet trust. But the shape of it. The ghost of it. A fragile bond, woven from shared pain and phantom sensations. The beginning of a symphony strong enough, perhaps, to hold the darkness at bay.

The snake said. She slithered to a wall and placed her hand somewhere on it. The wall opened upwardly and behind it were the souls of my friends. Pablo and Freddy. Shock seized near and I was breathless for some seconds before the snake started to speak again. "Breath taking isn't it?" The snake said. Linda and Diana were as shocked as I was and couldn't stop staring. The souls of our friends were whaling in pain as if being tortured by something. "You monster!" I shouted at the snake.

“All four of us felt it. Whatever that ritual did, it tried to break you.” “It didn’t.” I swallowed hard, tasting copper. “I won’t let it.” But the truth was clawing at the edges of my control. I could feel the fracture in my soul and the glass webbed with cracks, ready to shatter with one wrong word, one wrong look.

“What did you just—?” But he didn’t finish. Because the silence broke. Not gently. Violently. A crack tore through the nearest revenant giant—not a collapse, but a splitting. Bone split down the center, ribs wrenching apart like jaws. Frost burst outward in jagged shards. The thing didn’t fall. It fractured. Then—screamed. Not with its own voice, but with hundreds layered together, a chorus of trapped souls twisting into one monstrous shriek. Cassian stumbled back. “Okay—NOPE. That is absolutely worse than before.”

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."