Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

"…shattered. More than before." The raw vulnerability in her words, the fear laid bare, shattered something inside me. It wasn't anger. It was a profound, gut-wrenching understanding of the damage I'd done. The trust I'd annihilated. She was giving me everything, stepping off the cliff, and her only safety net was the terrifying belief that this time, I wouldn't let her fall.

The fire swallowed everything—stone, steel, even sound—until all I could hear was the relentless thunder of the shard in my chest. My body shook as flames licked along my arms, spilling into the air like serpents freed from chains. For a heartbeat, I saw nothing but ruin stretched before me: Damian lying broken in the ash, Marcus’s blood staining the earth, Angela’s eyes dimming into silence. The shard promised victory if I gave it what it wanted, but every image of triumph was painted in the loss of those I loved most.

But I ruined it. Again. And now I’m here. Alone. In my damn office. Drenched in moonlight and whiskey fumes. Surrounded by broken bottles and broken promises. Another crash. The crystal shatters against the wall, amber liquid dripping like blood down the paint. I don’t even flinch. My body’s still buzzing from her. My head’s still filled with the sound of her breath, her whimpers, the way she said my name like she hated herself for wanting it.

The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely. I lunged forward, every muscle tearing, every breath burning, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. With one final roar, I shattered it. The world broke open… light searing, shards of shadow scattering like dying stars, and I fell forward into the abyss. My heart hammered against my ribs, blood rushing loud in my ears. Darkness swallowed me whole. But it was clean, honest darkness. Not theirs. Not broken. I was free.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

Right there. A raw sting of pain shot through me. “Ouch... Finnian...” “Yes,” he whispered. “Say it. Again.” “Make me release,” I pleaded, breathless, broken. He moved faster. “Ahh... Finn... no, don’t stop...” My voice echoed through the dark, through the trees, through every broken part of me. And then... I shattered. I gasped so loud. He watched me, his hands were still on me, he breathed roughly, his eyes were dark and unreadable.

“We have to synchronize. Together, or we’re gone.” Alina nodded, hands trembling. “We can do it. Trust me.” They linked hands, focusing on the fragments. Energy surged around them, illuminating the void with blinding light. The shards of glass around them began to vibrate, floating toward the core like swarming metal and data streams. “Fools!” The entity shrieked. “Do you really think your fragile emotions can override centuries of intelligence?” Alina closed her eyes. She let every memory, every moment with Nathan, every feeling of hope, fear, and love pour into the fragments. The pulse of their unity radiated outward, pushing against the core’s energy.