Fractured Souls Novels & Stories

His eyes were fixed on the glass he’s holding, it’s almost as if he’s watching the liquor dance as he moves it. “Of course I was mad. A part of me resented her because she betrayed me for another man. She made me question my worth, she hurt me in ways no one could,” His jaw clenched harshly. “But I can’t do anything about it, Ellyse. Love will never be enough if trust is broken. Maybe a part of me wanted her to beg, to tell me that it was only a mistake she’ll never commit again. But she didn’t. And that in itself already spoke volumes to me,” Riden placed his glass down, clasped his fingers together before looking at her.

It wasn’t long before sleep was overtaking me. The room is cold and covered in darkness. I search for a way out or for someone to help me, but there’s nothing. Rubbing my hands up and down my arms to not only fight the cold but the fear that grips my heart. Why am I here, and how did I get here are the questions that swirl around in my head. I keep walking with no end in sight. Then the unthinkable happens. Hands reach from out of the darkness to grip my neck. I fight to get them off. The more I fight, the more they tighten. My lungs are burning as I fight for air. There’s no face, just hands that are trying to take my life. I keep trying to fight, but I’m losing the battle. I feel myself a

Dark energy crackles, lashing out. Get down! Kieran’s voice, useless and frantic, but the instinct is mine. I throw myself sideways. The corrupted earth where I stood explodes. Chunks of blighted soil rain down. The backlash hits the corrupted form. A shriek, unearthly, agonized. The carefully constructed body… fractures . Mossy skin splits, revealing writhing darkness beneath. Glowing veins rupture, spilling sickly light like pus. It stumbles back, clutching at its chest, howling. Not pain. Rage. Betrayal.

He set the glass down too hard, the bottom hitting the cheap countertop with a sharp crack—not enough toshatter it, but enough to leave a spiderweb of damage, a hairline fracture that ran through the glass, mirroring the cracks that splintered his own soul. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment,!ghting back the urge to lash out, to break something, anything, just to feel something other than this su#ocating despair. "You done?" he rasped, his voice nearly gone, raw with pain. Each syllable felt like dragging sandpaper across his throat.

The world had no sound, no air, no light. Only the fracture, Sera fell into it without falling, suspended in something that wasn’t darkness but absence, an endless absence so vast it scraped the marrow from her bones. Her body was gone. Her breath was gone. Her scream was gone, And yet… she existed. A thousand voices whispered, threads of shadow weaving into her soul. You are us. We are you. You were born of this. You are not flesh. You are fracture.

The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake. Rara found herself grappling with the cruel betrayals and inexplicable horrors that had plagued her life. Each passing moment seemed to erode the resilience she had so desperately clung to, leaving her teetering on the precipice of a breaking point. Uncertainty and despair loomed large, threatening to consume her unstable mind.

Aria felt the echo of their agony rip through her bones. She gasped and staggered. Erevan caught her before she fell, wrapping both arms around her. “Enough! She doesn’t need to feel this!” But the Fractured simply lifted a hand, and the memory froze. Broken. Smoking. Split. “This,” they said quietly, “is what it means to carry both forces alone. Madness. Collapse. Ruin.” They turned, their glowing eyes piercing Aria’s soul. “And this is what the realms want from you.”

Afterall, commanding shadows demanded an enduring soul, which did not come naturally, even for a Krane. It could be likened to being pulled apart from the inside. Those that grappled for their souls would feel as though they were a doll being ripped apart at the seams. Each tie to your body snapping like a thread, breaking slowly and agonizingly until you either relinquished it or conquered the other party. Even after the pain from the struggle eventually subsided, you would suffer the severe whiplash of having your soul abruptly reenter into your body for days afterward.