Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

To think that after being reduced to a pile of rotting meat, I would still foolishly hope to be remembered by him. How pathetic. I followed my remains back to the patrol unit, where Aiden handed me over for forensic examination. For some reason, ever since seeing Aiden, my soul had been cursed—bound to hover around him, unable to leave. I watched, helpless, as he and the forensic team poked and prodded through my unrecognizable remains. Some obsession darker than death nailed my soul to his every moment. I couldn't escape nor break free. Even looking away had become a luxury.

The one that lives in the scars, in the stillness that broke the loop. I reach into the shattered vault of my past. Past the jumbled betrayal, the blurred dissolution. To the fixed point. To the moment on the marble floor. Not Arthur’s lie. Not Kieran’s trapped scream. To Kieran’s final, agonized scream as Arthur’s hidden energy blade, the one meant for me, took him in the back instead. The sound that tore the universe apart. The sound that made the stillness possible. I gather it. Not a memory. The essence. The raw, shattered vibration of love extinguished, betrayal complete. A psychic shriek of purest, most personal desolation.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

My voice cracked into yells, screams, curses I didn’t even know I had in me. He didn’t stop. He didn’t soften. He drove me harder, like he wanted to brand me into this glass, like he wanted me to never forget how he looked when I shattered under him. And I let him. I gave him everything. My voice. My tears. My shame. My need. I was undone, shameless, shaking and pleading for more even when my body was splintering apart. When I broke, it was catastrophic. I screamed, clawed, sobbed, my body collapsing against him even as he kept going, wringing me dry. He held me there… against the mirror, against myself… until I was nothing but fragments in his hands.

Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you. Throughout his lengthy prison term, he would be haunted by the taste of betrayal by his lover and the cunning traps set by his rivals. Everything has settled then. Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the capital company's headquarters, I gaze down at the vibrant city below. Ruby used to be my everything. I would have sacrificed so much for her. However, I see that it was just a prison of my own making. Seven years of marriage was nothing but an elaborate dream.

My soul was flayed by a dull blade, the pain so deep I felt it might shatter me apart— That was supposed to be my beloved. My life. The agony left me barely able to stand. Even the crystal chandelier above began to sway violently. The scattered light and shadows trembled like my shattered hatred—quivering, unseen by anyone…

Like fingers tearing rotten cloth off a living wound. The black layer that had always ringed my mark shredded. Underneath, something brighter pulsed—jagged edges smoothing, lines re‑weaving themselves into a cleaner pattern that still held wolf and witch both, but on *my* terms. The mindscape shattered. The stage, the crowd, the chains—everything splintered into shards of dark glass, sucked backward toward a single point where the voice screamed and shrank and broke. *** I slammed back into my body like being dropped from a height.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

Sage's POV The dark energy poured from my body in waves, black tendrils lashing out like whips. I aimed at the infected woman and released a burst of shadow that slammed into her side and flung her across the room. She crashed into a stack of toys and fell to the ground, tangled in the wreckage. "Go!" I shouted at Milo. " Leave immediately" Milo ran. I turned to Clara. She was lying on the floor, her uniform torn, her arms covered in scratches and bruises. Blood seeped from a gash on her forehead, and her breathing was shallow and labored. She looked seriously injured, but she was still conscious.

and emailed Marcus Greer back. "Give me a number." The reply came thirty seconds later. Marcus had been waiting for the email. "Two million. Cash. Untraceable. Forty-eight hours." Damien closed his eyes. Two million was not about money. Marcus knew Damien could write a two-million-dollar check in his sleep. Two million was the amount of money a desperate man asks for when he wants to say, " You owe me this for ruining my life. The amount itself was an insult as much as a price tag.