Limit Breaker Novel Novels & Stories

Maria can do whatever she wants! I couldn't even speak. My heart felt like it cracked in half. My voice came out weak. "Dora, sweetheart… what did I do wrong? Why are you pushing me away? Why are you defending a maid?" Dora crossed her arms. "You look down on Maria. But to me, Maria's not just a maid." "Then what is she to you?" My voice shook. I was barely holding it together. Before she could answer, Luca stood up, his tone as icy as ever. "That's enough, Catrina. I told you to wait. What are you doing here?"

The pup spent nearly a month in an incubator, but in the end, they couldn't save it. With the pup gone, Ryan didn't waste a second. He used every ruthless tactic at his disposal to sever the bond with Clara. Clara probably realized that if she kept fighting him, she'd end up with nothing, so she took a payout and signed the papers. Now, Vera is back on the hunt for a new Luna. But the drama surrounding the Dark Moon Pack has spread to every pack in the region. No Alpha's daughter is willing to jump into that dumpster fire. My mom had a look of pure "I told you so" satisfaction as she told me the story.

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

“Damn it.” I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to hide the tremor in my hands. “You can’t just expect me to keep following you blindly. Someone broke into my room. Someone left me a note. And now men are talking about making me… disappear.” My voice cracked on the word. His head snapped toward me, his eyes blazing. “What note?” I faltered. He closed the space between us in a single stride, his hand gripping the wall beside me again. “What. Note.”

His heart had really been affected, and if he had stayed only 10 minutes longer, this might not be the same story. Luna's phone started ringing. She picked it up immediately. She answered. -Hello? - So James had a stroke, huh? -Excuse me? -Is he back with his seizures? Oh, honey, I remember all the stress he had on his body. It's not easy to go through life after you've killed, you know? - she said as she gave a soft laugh. -What are you talking about? - Don't you know anything about him? Luna frowned.

Unbreakable. Silence. Then— “…why?” it asks. My grip tightens. My voice steadies. “Because he gets to live.” The core pulses violently. Cracks forming. Breaking. “And you don’t?” it whispers. I close my eyes. For just a second. And in that second— I see him. Leon. Alive. Free. Safe. “…that’s enough,” I say softly. The core shatters. Light explodes outward— consuming everything— the darkness—

Austen's POV I slammed into the barrier, my Alpha power flaring like a supernova. "BREAK!" A flood of golden energy erupted from me, tearing a small, passable crack in the barrier. I dove through it without a second thought. The scene before me made my heart stop. A giant beast was lunging at Evelyn. She was on her knees, her hand trembling as she clutched her stomach. My child... she was still carrying my child! "EVELYN!"

The boy was trembling, the gold-violet glow of his hair flickering like a dying candle. "The North belongs to the broken?" The man laughed, a sound like glass being ground into a wound. "That’s a nice sentiment for a Hallmark card, Genesis. But in a high-tier web novel, 'The Broken' are only interesting when they are currently being smashed. If you want to keep the audience, you need a 'Crisis'." Lyra lunged from the shadows, her shadow-wings a violent canopy of violet starlight. She struck the man with her obsidian blade, but the metal stopped inches from his chest, hitting an invisible wall of "Negative Feedback."

But all she remembered was her mother’s tight smiles, the way she’d always said some marriages aren’t about love, Isabelle… She had thought it was just old-fashioned thinking. But this—this was something else. Collins watched her carefully, as if waiting for her to break. Instead, she straightened, forcing down the storm of emotions raging inside her. “Fine,” she said, her voice steadier than she felt. “Let’s say I believe you. Let’s say this contract is real.” She met his gaze head-on. “How do I break it?” Collins exhaled, almost looking impressed. “That’s the fun part,” he murmured. “You can’t.”

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.