Mirror Of Fractured Tomorrow Novels & Stories

My breath fogs faintly. Dylan steps in front of me completely now. But I can still see around him. Every version of me in those fractured panels begins to move in unison. They step forward. Toward the barrier. Toward us. The main reflection presses both palms flat against the wall. And this time The wall cracks. A thin line splits down the center. Not wide. But real. A fracture. Between here and there. The crack glows blue. And from within it A hand reaches through.

Chapter 17 – The Fracture Point The voice whispered through the storm like an echo from the beginning of time. “Reboot sequence: initiated.” Clara’s world froze mid-motion. Raindrops hung suspended in the air, each droplet gleaming like glass beads under the torn sky. The sound of the river beneath the broken bridge halted too a deep growl trapped between breaths. She looked up. The fissure in the heavens widened, splitting across the clouds like a crack in a giant mirror. Through it, light shimmered in strange, geometric shapes hexagons rotating, folding, multiplying.

He turns and begins to walk away. “Wait why now? I thought you were going to help me.” He turns around furious. “There is no Alpha Franklin. That is the name of his wolf, Dark Side of the Moon Pack is what Alarick calls his pack of filth.” Just like that my whole world crumbles as Finn howls in pain inside my head. We again trusted the wrong person and left our mate unprotected. As a mate especially for an Alpha mate nothing is more important than keeping your mate safe and I keep failing.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

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.

Those few words cracked through every lie he'd been telling himself. He wanted to say time travel wasn't real. But he knew that handwriting. The way he wrote the N in her name. He'd designed it himself, with that tiny personal flourish. After all these years, it was muscle memory. Since he couldn't deny writing the notes, Joshua switched tactics. [Even if I did write them six years from now, so what?] [None of that has happened.] [I lost focus for a while. I got distracted by something new.] [But right now, I've never thought about leaving you.]

“We’re training. You need better control over your resonance before the real fight comes.” I obeyed, heart racing. He guided me onto the bed on all fours, positioning himself behind me. This time there was no rush for pleasure. He entered me slowly, deeply, and held still. “Feel it,” he murmured, one hand on my lower back. “The bond is like a current. Push your power through it. Calm the fractures around us.” I closed my eyes, trying to focus past the overwhelming fullness of him inside me. The resonance stirred. I felt distant Echoes in the den, some still unstable. I pushed gently, imagining my pleasure as a stabilizing force.