Issei Balance Breaker Novels & Stories

“Jess, listen to me. This isn’t just about your father—or even the stranger. They’re pawns too, manipulated by forces far older than any of us.” “What are you talking about?” she demanded, her voice cracking under the strain. He hesitated, his gaze softening slightly. “The truth is bigger than you think. Bigger than any of us. Balance isn’t just a concept—it’s a living entity, feeding off conflict and resolution, creation and destruction. And you… you’re its vessel. Its anchor.” Jessica’s mind reeled, struggling to process his words. “If that’s true, then why does everyone keep trying to control me?”

Six people who had just walked off the map, encountered the single greatest threat to the repair, and written the rule to defeat it in real-time. "Send a runner to the founding ground," I told Maret. "Tell Taya to inform the continent. The Ash-wood sector is secure." Maret nodded rapidly, the function returning to him with a vengeance. "And the methodology? The new type?" "Tell Isra to write it down," I said. "Type one hundred and thirteen. The Circuit Breaker." I looked at Zane. He found my hand. The silver band at my wrist was pulsing perfectly in time with his.

Perfect. Grabbing a handful of Epsom salt, I dumped it in and watched it dissolve. Then I reached for the lavender-scented soap I rarely admitted to anyone I used. Call it balance—masculinity and softness all in one. It helped with the tension, okay? The sound of water filling the tub was soothing in a weird way. I leaned against the sink for a moment, eyes half-lidded, letting the silence of the apartment soak into me. Then I stepped in.

Even as he was escorted to his father’s car, Eros knew that wasn't the end of it. So he’d sent Tristan a message to meet him. But of course… Tristan was nowhere to be found. Seething, Eros began to back away from the locker when he slammed into something solid and heard the sound of shattering glass. “Hey! Watch it!” a familiar voice yelped. Eros turned to see her flinch, then scowl at him. “You broke it.” He glanced down at the shards of glass at Jade's feet and saw a thin line of red running down her ankle, the blood vivid against her skin.

- I broke up with him a few days ago. - Why? Did he treat you badly? - It's not that, it's just, he was very immature. Actually, it's not that it bothered me, but he was immature in the sense that he kept making jealous scenes, or asking me for things that maybe I couldn't give him. - What do you mean? - I don't know, I guess I wasn't his type. - Good. - He said and looked at her for a few seconds. Luna's face had gone pale - Is something wrong?

I was starting to lose my sanity, I couldn't concentrate on my work let alone join a meeting, her ignorance is punishing me for some reason I don't understand. The sounds of glasses shattering snapped my attention to reality, glasses were broken and Tessa stood on the dishwasher with blood oozing out of her finger yet she just stood there, without blinking. It was like her body was immobile and she was in a daze. “Tessa!” The glare she sent me made me freeze. However, I was done waiting for her to talk to me. I strutted to where she stood, I led her towards the couch holding her wrist in a firm grip taking no for an answer.

I stood my ground. “It’s twenty-seven rooms. Twenty regular rooms and seven VIP suites. You’ve got a problem with me, run off and complain to your boyfriend.” I heard mocking laughter behind me and mentally high-fived myself. Ace one for me. “I’m afraid she’s right, Ma’am Seraphina—it’s twenty-seven,” Kaia confirmed. She was the nerdy one with the thickest glasses I’d ever seen. Seraphina glared at me. I stared right back. The CEO walked in then, with Chiara in tow.

He headed back to the Pack House, intending to finally sit Celine down and talk. The living room lights were still on. On the coffee table sat a single piece of paper and a ring. He walked over and picked up the paper. As he realized what he was looking at, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him. A Declaration of Dissolution. Celine wanted to sever their mate bond. His hands began to shake. His gaze fell to the ring—their wedding band, the one Celine had worn for five years. He tried to reach her through the Mind Link, but he was met with nothing but a void. She had already left the Dark Moon territory.

“Right on time.” Max didn’t move closer. “Why are you here, coach?” Elias didn’t answer immediately. He reached back into the car and pulled out a duffel bag, tossing it lightly toward Max. Max caught it out of instinct. It was heavier than it should’ve been. “What’s in it?” Elias’s smile widened just a fraction. “A part payment.” Silence dropped. Max’s eyes remained on Elias’s smiling face. His fingers tightened around the strap. “After the match tomorrow,” Elias continued smoothly, “you get the balance, and your contract signed.” He took a step closer, voice lowering. “You made a good choice, Max.”

This man knew Dominic—although she had never seen him, it didn’t mean he had never seen her. Equally, a mistake could have been made if Mercer continued his line of questioning. The delicate balance of secrets and lies that threatened to unravel. Her heart raced with the fear of exposure, yet she remained composed on the surface, betraying nothing of the turmoil within. When it seemed Mercer was about to press deeper and might unravel the truth of Solaire’s origins, a distraction intervened in the form of a loud crash from the adjacent room. Startled, everyone turned to see a woman standing amidst the wreckage of a fallen vase, her face expressing surprise and guilt.