Shattered -my-dark-past Novels & Stories

And now he's gone, leaving me alone and broken. I sink to the ground, unable to stand. Tears stream down my face, blurring my vision. I clutch my chest, trying to ease the ache. But it's useless. Nothing can fill the void he has left in me. Nothing can make me whole again. I'm shattered, like a glass vase that has fallen from a great height. I can't be fixed, I can't be saved. I'm doomed to live in this misery, this emptiness, this darkness.

Chasten asked, her voice filled with much sadness from the news. “Far from it. I’ll come back to you one day. I promise,” the past him told her. A promise she did not seem to believe, in which past Fenris noticed. “Close your eyes for me.” Christen looked up at him in confusion. “Huh? Why?” "Just trust me.” And trust him Christen did, as she closed her eyes shut as requested. Once she did, Past Fenris took out something from his pocket- that being a particular small box- and held it out to her. "Open them.”

“You’re a pest in society.” “You shouldn’t have been born.” On and on, the words spiraled until Young Araheen screamed out, her fury breaking through her sobs. “Stop! I’m not worthless! I’m not useless!” Suddenly, all the mirrors shattered. Glass shards exploded in slow motion, suspended mid-air before spinning above them in a frenzied cyclone. As they spun faster and faster, threads of shadow began to weave out from the fragments, forming something dark and ominous. Like a piece of the Dark Plane.

"At least now... he passed away watching you." At that instant, a part of me shattered—a fragile link finally giving way under the weight of everything I had endured. My cries overwhelmed me fiercely and swiftly, shaking my entire body. Dante’s hand glided softly down my back, nearly tender. "You'll learn to obey eventually," he whispered. "They always do." His voice echoed in the vacant hallways of my mind while the darkness surrounded me, drawing me into the abyss. Still, I found it impossible to hate him. ---------------

“Sophia, there's no house without issue, there's no perfect family, we just need courage to overcome the challenges and pass through the phase, stop overreacting” Sophia's tears continued to fall, her voice trembling with a mix of sorrow and anger. “I thought I could trust James. I thought we had something real. But now, looking back, I see that everything was built on lies and betrayal. It’s about the fact that he took everything I believed in and tore it apart.”

the dark god vibrated, his voice a piercing shriek that cracked the glass. Without thinking, I punched the mirror with all my strength, shattering it into thousands of fragments that scattered across the floor. The shards sliced into my hand, and thick blood began to drip slowly down. In a sliver of glass still clinging to the frame, his eyes appeared again, a dark promise gleaming within them. “I will take everything from you, warrior of the moon!” The shards of glass rose magically, flying toward me like sharpened blades. I instinctively crossed my arms to shield my face as the glass cut into my body, leaving streaks of blood everywhere.

The part I abandoned for a fantasy called love. “I’m sorry,” I whisper. “That doesn’t cut it!” she roars. Suddenly, the room explodes—literally shatters—as if the world around us were glass. Shards of memory, regret, and pain swirl in the air, slicing into us like razors. I cry out as a sharp edge cuts across my cheek, another across my shoulder. Blood spills, warm and wet, but she doesn’t flinch. She stands in the storm of our broken past, screaming.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

The words shatter whatever strength I have left, te world tilts violently, the darkness rushes toward me and I let it take me, I don't need the reminder of how foolish I was. Everything goes black.

The darkness shattered. The ancient thing screamed—a sound that echoed through the night, ancient and terrible and utterly defeated. Its form flickered, the shadows that had sustained it beginning to fail. The cracks that had once healed began to reappear on its form, splitting its shadowy skin like shattered porcelain. The darkness that had surrounded it shattered like glass, fragments of shadow scattering across the balcony. The darkness shattered. And I— I stood. I stood, and I was ready. "Come, ancient one." My voice echoed through the darkness.