Novel & Cerita Fractured Souls

The Shattered Soul Crystal was an extremely special precious crystal. One of its characteristics was that it could not be absorbed slowly. With just a crack, all the energy would gush out of the crystal and would be wasted if it was not immediately absorbed into one’s body. A person might only come into possession with one or two of the Shattered Soul Crystals in their entire life. Wasting such precious energy was worse than wasting heavenly objects.

Still herself—but sharpened. Stacy reached into her hoodie and pulled out the journal. Elira’s journal. “I reread this during the eclipse,” she said, handing it to Rachel. “There’s something weird in the last entry.” Rachel took the book, flipping to the final page. She’d avoided reading too much of it before. The words had felt too heavy, too close. But now they felt like something she could finally face. Stacy pointed. “That sentence.” Rachel read it aloud: *“When the soul fractures, it does not split—it reflects.”*

"I guess you did the same. But I want you to understand that this is our future, and we shouldn't dwell on the past. We can make the best of the short time we are going to spend with each other. We can be friends, and we can live happily for that time. I do not plan on holding you back when I know I can't possibly make you happy, but we can still work through things that are workable and be happy with each other's presence." It took her a while before she responded. And when she did, her voice sounded almost normal. "I guess you can say we both are broken souls," Zeenah whispered, and despite the situation, AbdulRasheed found himself chuckling at how she said it. "You could say that," he car

And noticing something strange in his eyes, Adelard said, "I don't want to drink anything." "You are sad, so let me help you," Andrew said and pulled his chair closer to him. Adelard's heart began to race and Celeste appeared before his eyes. "I think it's time for me to go," he said and this time he was able to escape. What next? Suzanne's death, this big city that looked at him with big eyes and its secrets that were tired of being forgotten. Running away was impossible. Running away from himself all the more so. The voices in his head were louder than Adelard thought. They were so loud that he didn't hear the sound of a car engine, the stomping of horses' hooves, and the next moment, unex

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

There wasn’t a soul left alive on that cursed mountain when that sun traveled across the sky that next morning. I traveled from town to town and village to village in those following days, and I watched as soulmates turned into enemies from their bigotry and their hatred. The betrayal of one bond had single-handedly destroyed the bonds for countless other people. The world was torn apart by fighting in and among all clans. I, Mae Shamrock, last of The Sisters of the Path Coven, bore witness to the destruction of the soulmate bond as the Soulmate Covenant was broken in 1850. I knew without a doubt that it would not be returning… UNTIL the world changed its ways…

he rephrased, shaking his head and looking at the floor. Lukas came over, taking the other chair, "You're not broken, brother," he said softly, and not for the first time, but Jason only scoffed, "I've always been fucking broken," he said quietly, letting a long a moment of silence stretch out, "Why the fuck did it have to be me, after so fucking long?"

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Why couldn't he find solace in the fact of her pain? In a fit of desperation, he turned marched towards his room and destroyed each and everything in the room and finally slammed his fist into the dressing table mirror shattering it into a thousand pieces. The sound of breaking glass filled the room, echoing off the walls like a gunshot. Blood welled up from the cuts in his knuckles, but he didn't feel the pain. All he felt was a numb, hollow ache in his chest.

The past lingered in every corner of Elara’s life, like a shadow she could never quite escape. She had spent years trying to bury it, pretending that the trauma and betrayal that had shaped her were part of another world—a world she had left behind. But the truth had always been there, simmering beneath the surface, waiting to be unleashed. And now, after everything she had uncovered, everything she had learned about her father’s corruption and Cassia’s complicity, Elara knew she could no longer run from it. It was time to confront her past head-on, to face the trauma that had defined her for so long.