Novel & Cerita Shattered Angels

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

The Triarchs were right—we don't have much time. We swim toward the temple's entrance, and the doors—massive things made of some dark metal—swing open at our approach. As if we're expected. As if something wants us to enter. The interior is vast and echoing, filled with that same diffuse light. Murals cover the walls, depicting scenes from before the Shattering—the Mother deity whole and radiant, her children gathered around her, a world of peace and beauty. And then the war. The Shattering. The Mother torn apart, her fragments becoming the gods we know now. And at the center of it all, a single figure—neither god nor mortal, but something in between—falling into the abyss.

The golden light around his body intensifies. The containment beams flicker violently. Matteo grabs my arm. “Uh… that looks bad.” I don’t respond. Because I can see what’s happening. The cage is shrinking. Trying to compress him. Trying to force him into a smaller and smaller space. A prison made of physics itself. The angel studies the shrinking walls. Then shrugs. “Well.” His wings flare open. And everything explodes. Golden light tears through the containment beams like a solar flare. The cube fractures.

When Brianna sang, it was a song titled, Angels, and the most profound lines goes thus; Maybe it'll end one day, This darkness consuming me. My angels will come, Break me out of this cell, Overwhelm me with blinding light, Chasing the darkness, And I'd be enshrouded in light, A soul worthy of the angels. Those lines resounded deep within me and I could only think, who really are you Brianna?

I managed to parry him well and began sending him bullets after bullets of energy blasts the size of a baseball. It was too fast when things happen but suddenly two angels appeared in front of me and I couldn’t even took a step as they chained me down in thorns. Raphael and Ezekiel. Two loyal dogs who are obeying their master as they held me down by the wings. I thrashed and managed to free a wing when a lot more angels flooded in with the now completely destroyed main barrier than we had set up. It was a fraction of a second but when I lost sight of Yahweh. He was standing in front of Lux.

There was an awkward silence before see began, “You see…. There are many different phases of the ‘fallen angel’. They vary depending on the being. But there are some common side-effects that all fallen angels have seemed to have so far.” “You mean like what happen before?” “Yes. One of them are lost of control over emotion. Another one, is a spike in untrained power.” I inquired, “Do you mean when I broke the shelf with the broom? Isn’t that dangerous?” “Yes. It is why many demons fear fallen angels. It’s because of how unruly they can be at times. Some would even go out of their way to kill a fallen angel to protect themselves.” she explained. I gasped in realization, “can that be why Ace w

As Nahamani flew back down to the war zone, the blurry figures of angels began to clear up. Many of them had been slain and the few that remained were either protecting Michael or hiding in fear. The injured yet brave ones still threw themselves at the betrayers any chance they got. The buildings were in no better shape. The arena had been completely destroyed and the chaos had spread to the other beautiful parts of heaven. It turned out that while Nahamani conversed with the most high, Lucifer had instructed his angels to desecrate God's temples because none stood tall as before. Everything was in a mess and all hope looked lost but Nahamani no longer harbored the fear she had earlier. With

This was for the best—for both of them. “They won’t have cause to worry about you anymore, Angel, now they will never worry about you. I cut the one and only convention between you and angels. For them you are dead now” Adom said softly, pushing more magic into his spell. Within moments, the bond between the two soulmate shattered and Win fell back onto the floor, his chest heaving as sweat glistened on his brow. His eyes were unfocused and his body unmoving as the Devil hovered over him. The shirt had burned away over the mark, revealing scorched skin that still sizzled. Adom immediately knelt down, his hand moving quickly over the mark again to heal it, but Win arm suddenly shot out and

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

The shards embedded on her soles pierced every step that she took. Cent stopped in her tracks when she reached the end of her supposed balcony. Gone were the railings that she liked. The harsh raindrops welcomed her face as she looked up. The zaps of lightning illuminated the darkened hill, letting her see the catastrophe that was transpiring just outside her bedroom. Four silhouettes were seen after a zap of lightning flashed right behind the House of Lamentation. “So this is all the ruckus is about? My room got destroyed because of those fucking angels. It is the angels, again.” Cent muttered under her breath. Biting the insides of her cheeks, Cent could taste her blood.