Fractured Souls Novels & Stories

I only drank a sip from my cup, when I look at her face, it was like she froze. "What's happening?" - I want to ask her, but my body starts to shake, the cup falls to the floor and breaks, and I'm just shaking while my body starts floating through the roof, towards the dark blue sky. And just like before, it's dark again. I hear a long sigh, then a whisper: "You have to kill him this...". But the voice fades, and I desperately try to say something, anything but I can't. And slowly, I feel my eyelids closing... ~~~~~~~~~~~

One of them was being unemotional and he couldn't care less if it made him someone with a heart of stone. But the self-betrayal of the nine-month time span displayed the result on him. He broke his own theory of living and his traitor mind caused him to hope, wish, and anticipate. He became numb when nine month's desires, aspirations, and expectations were crushed in just one event. His face was still hard and stoic but inside he was breaking. The impact of the big loss hit him like the fiery breath of a dragon. His heart was shattering in the tiniest pieces.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

Soul fracturing—a black magic so evil that it would tear a man in twain, slaying not just their body, but their soul. "Who else is carrying out this act?" she breathed, the words themselves causing a shiver to go down her spine. "I don't know," Vladimir snapped, his jaw muscles flexed. "But somebody is. And they're doing something using some kind of magic that's greater than control. It's… it's like they're attempting to put souls away entirely." "Put souls away?" Emereah repeated, her head moving back and forth. "That's…" "Impossible?" Vladimir summarized for her. "No longer. Greater than Morgane. Greater than the war we believed we knew. Someone else is playing a game with forces beyond o

It was as if he was nothing but a stranger. He might have been part of my childhood growing up, but now, he was no longer the Finnie whom I knew. He was just Finnegan Churchill, nothing more. "Keep going," he ordered. I was just about to lift my legs when the pain got so bad that I couldn't help but fall backward. While falling down, I quickly grabbed onto the steps beneath me as ferociously as I could. I never even noticed that I'd dislocated or broken at least half of all my fingers.

No sound. Horror broke out. I stretched up and reached for my throat, wires digging at my skin, tubes catching at my arms. Bandages caught at my fingertips—thick and rough and constricting. I was startled to discover that something was wrong. Something is seriously, seriously wrong. From the other side of the room, a nurse whispered, "Adrian," but her eyes quickly averted as though she couldn't keep staring into mine. She pressed a button and spoke softly to summon a doctor. I tried to sit up, but the pain was sharp and constant. My body felt heavy and alien. Looking at the steel mirror that was affixed to the wall made me feel nauseous. The face of a stranger holding a mirror greeted me. Th

"Impossible! That's utterly impossible! We've got so many doctors in the institute, and this is just a simple renal transplant. You'll just sleep through the whole thing. Oh, go ahead and take the medicine already. Be good!" I kept silent and merely turned away with my mouth tightly shut. My noncompliance enraged Miles, and he was visibly upset. He smashed the glass of water on the ground, his gaze on me menacing. "You're nothing but an invalid now, Cassidy. Without me, you'd be lying on your back, popping out kids for someone else. I don't care whether or not you've regained your memories, but you're taking the medicine!" I clutched my wrist, now bleeding from being cut by a shard of glass.

“This is why hesitation kills. Every corner you ignore, every soul you fail, it spreads.” Avery swallowed the lump in her throat. She had seen bits and pieces before, but nothing like this. Entire blocks were fractured under the corrupted soul’s influence. Storefronts warped subtly, signs twisting, neon lights flickering in patterns that weren’t human. People stared into walls, muttering words that made her skin crawl. Even the wind seemed distorted, carrying whispers in languages she couldn’t recognize. “How do you stop something like this?” she asked, voice trembling. “It’s everywhere.”

Like he had never existed And inside him, The fracture spread.

I chuckled, removing my hand from her lower back “Little one, he is a wolf, he will heal just fine in time, he won’t need a band-aid by the time he gets back home to us” I shook my head in a no motion “The band-aid is for his soul” Soul? My eyes grew wide “What do you mean?” I asked. “His soul has a crack in it, and it needs to be fixed before it breaks more” I knew only one way a crack can happen, he had been revived, once a soul is placed back in their body, it's damaged, doomed to break and once broken, the soul disappears as if it never existed in the first place. I placed my hand on Beth’s shoulder spinning her around to face me, both hands gripped each of her slender shoulders “What d