Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.

I can feel the weight of the moment pressing down on me, the gravity of the situation pulling me into despair. “Silas,” I plead, my voice softening, “this isn’t who you are. You can still turn back. Please, just let us help you.” “Help?” he snarls, shaking his head violently. “You think I need help? I’m the one helping! You’re just too stupid to see it!” The chaos swirls around me, screams and shouts blending into a cacophony of confusion and terror, but all I can focus on is the blood staining the floor, the lives shattered in an instant, and the realization that Silas’s madness may consume us all.

" I let out a bitter laugh while still standing behind the nurse. "Sorry, Dr. Einstein. I can't perform the surgery anymore." I then raised my broken right hand and let it dangle in the air, letting out gasps of agony. "I can never hold a scalpel or perform any surgeries again!" I began to sob. The ward was soon filled with my cries. Meanwhile, Oswald went berserk and began verbally attacking Jacob. "That's impossible! What do you mean that she's the only one who can perform this surgery? I refuse to believe it!

I choked on a sob. “And now everything is ruined.” He looked at me with eyes that seemed to break under the weight of the truth. “No,” he said softly. “No, Althea. Nothing is ruined. Just… different.” But that wasn’t true. Everything was ruined. Everything. My marriage. My trust. My sanity. My sense of reality. My soul. And worst of all The look in Darius’s eyes told me the truth had broken him too. And the most terrifying part? Even through the devastation

Reality shattered. The fragments in her hands exploded into searing white light. Her body burned. Her thoughts fractured. Her scream tore the collapsing world open. And then— Everything went silent. Pitch-black. Lifeless. Still. A single white pulse glowed in the dark. Another. Another. Then— Nathan’s voice, weak but real: “Alina… where are you…?” She reached toward the sound— But her hand… wasn’t solid. She looked down. Her body was dissolving into code.

When he answers, his voice is low and entirely certain, without a trace of the careful, measured tone he usually reserves for difficult truths. Then she would be very proud, he says. Something in me breaks clean open. It is not dramatic. I do not sob in front of the board, in front of Mira, in front of the candidates still drifting past on their way to check other rankings. It is quieter than that, and somehow larger for being quiet, a fracture running through some wall I built a long time ago without realizing I was building it, the wall that let me believe, for years, that being good enough and being worthy of my mother's memory were two entirely separate achievements, that I could have on

A wild, unhinged roar of pure agony and despair erupted from my chest, echoing off the cold stone walls of my prison. I surged to my feet, driven completely insane by the crushing weight of my own colossal failure. I lunged across the dark chamber, grabbing the heavy brass candlestick from the nightstand, and slammed it violently into the tall glass mirror mounted against the wall. The thick glass shattered into a thousand jagged, silver shards, exploding across the floor like falling stars. I stood before the broken frame, staring at my fractured, bloody reflection with wide, tear-streaked eyes, my chest heaving as my wolf howled in permanent, irreversible loss.

As the iron gates of the mental institute swing open, my wife, Serena Seacrest, walks in with her childhood sweetheart, Adrian Cross, beside her. She looks at me with utter disgust. I am strapped tightly to the bed, unable to move. She sneers, "Damian, you've been subjected to electroshock treatments for an entire month. Is your mania any better? You pushed Adrian down the stairs and nearly broke his leg, so I sent you here to teach you how to be a normal person." Serena tosses a worn-out pink comfort bunny onto the floor and speaks as though she is granting me a favor. "Get down on your knees and apologize to Adrian. If you do, I'll be kind enough to let you see Lila next month." I sta

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

His eyes never left hers and neither did her eyes leave his. From where I was standing,I also noticed that the colour of their eyes were shifting Maybe I was wrong Maybe it wasn't what I thought it was Maybe I was being delusional Maybe this is a fucking nightmare and none of it was real But all it took was one word for me to feel shattered and broken beyond brink "MATE!" Author's note Not me taking my sweet time to update. Thank you for those who are reading this book voting and commenting. I love y'all