Shattered Girl Novels & Stories

Some would think it’s wrong what we are doing, but it’s right for us, so fuck what anybody thinks. We strip off in silence and stop in the bathroom. I look at the shower enclosure and can hear Rebel sobbing. I look at Scythe and he looks at me. We know this is hard for her. The tough, untouchable assassin is broken in more ways than one. But we will make her kintsugi. We will put her broken pieces back together with gold to make her stronger. I enter the shower enclosure, and she looks up and looks away to wipe her tears.

Beneath the Ruin I’ve been hiding from the silence, Drowning out the noise inside. Built a life on fear and shadows, Just to make it through the night. Every door they’ve locked behind me Still remembers who I was. But I don’t want their crown of violence. I don’t want their twisted love. I’ve got scars they’ll never see, Cuts too deep for blood to show. And I’d burn it all to ashes Just to be someone they don’t own. There’s a girl beneath this damage That they never got to break. She still sings beneath the ruin,

I didn’t need to. Mum went on, her voice careful. “No one accused the new girl outright. But whispers... they grow legs. And they ran fast. It wasn’t until weeks later that someone overheard a confession.” She turned to me. “It was the jealous girl. She took it and hid it. Blamed the new girl because she felt invisible the moment she walked in.” My jaw tightened. “That’s so messed up,” I said before I could filter it. “Like—how callous can someone be? To make a whole plan just to ruin someone else?”

The girl doubled over. Silver tears streamed down her face. "They won't stop." The entire village trembled. The whispers became louder. Countless lives. Countless emotions. Countless memories trapped inside one existence. Lira's heart sank. The girl wasn't controlling the voices. She was suffering from them. Every victim. Every memory. Every fragment left behind by the abyss. Living inside her. The realization changed everything. Cassian lowered his sword slightly. "Oh." The girl collapsed to one knee. The ground cracked beneath her.

A younger version of herself, eyes wide and tearful, lips trembling. “I couldn’t stop it,” the girl whispered. “No matter how hard I tried. I broke everything.” “You didn’t,” Ivy said gently. “You were just a child.” “But you’re not,” the girl said. “And now... the choices you’ve made will ruin everyone.” The mirror behind her cracked violently, webbing across like lightning. And Ivy saw flashes—Asher bleeding on temple steps, Elias screaming with madness, the Keeper unleashing devastation, and herself... cloaked in black flame.

I didn't see the shy, insecure girl who had once believed herself unworthy. I saw the woman they couldn’t break—the one who had bent but never shattered. The one who had found her own strength in the darkness. And, for the first time, I saw the Luna who might just be able to save them, to bring them out of their own fractured past and into a unified future. Let them come, my wolf said proudly, her voice a triumphant roar within my soul. Let them bind themselves to you. The girl they bullied didn’t survive. The woman you’ve become? She rules. And she will make them pay heed to the bond they craved.

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

It didn’t shatted. “Thank goddess” I muttered. I let my wolf guide me. She told me what tiles to jump on and what not to. A girl behind me got impatient and jumped on a tile in front of me. As soon as she landed, the tile shattered. She fell into the darkness, screaming. I skipped that one and moved to the next tile. I moved from tile to tile, trusting memory and instinct. The stones shook beneath every landing. A girl followed close behind me. Cedric came after. His jaw was tight with humiliation. He finally got out of the chains..

It’s only for a moment, but I know I want to bring that happy, youthful look back to her, giving it a permanent place on her face. “There’s no such thing as eye of newt, except in movies. And I’m not the ‘girl who lived’ either.” She says, using air quotes. The girl who lived. I know that one, it’s from some witchy human movie that Cayd made me watch. Well there were a lot of them, and it was a boy that lived, not a girl, but I catch the reference. “Are you teasing me?” I ask, surprised. The girl thinks my family is going to kill her, she’s obviously being tracked by someone else that wants to kill her, but she’s still making jokes. That’s some serious resilience.

“REAGAN HOPE SUTHERLAND!” a female voice shouted above the noise. A brunette girl was standing at the table staring Reagan down. Her hands were on her hips and she looked angry. “I am gonna kill you!” she said it not as loud but in a stern voice that sent a chill through me. Reagan choked on the water she was drinking. She seemed to be in shock not moving or saying anything just meeting the girls stare. People started to stop and watch as the brunette stood there waiting for a response.