Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

The world I had known, the one I thought I understood, was beginning to crumble, piece by piece. We pulled up to the cabin, the headlights cutting through the rain and the darkness. Carter killed the engine, and for a long moment, neither of us moved. Finally, he exhaled sharply. "I don’t know what to think right now, Winnie." I turned to look at him. He looked... broken. He always had this unshakable confidence, this calm under pressure, but now, it was like something inside him had cracked. "You don’t trust Langford anymore, do you?"

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

But when my eyes snapped to them, burning with rage and raw despair, they scattered in panic, their hurried footsteps fading down the hall. Left alone, I turned to the table beside me. My hands shook, fury bubbling inside me, and before I realized what I was doing, I slammed my fists against it, shattering cups, glass, and anything else in reach. Pieces clattered to the ground, scattering like the fragments of my sanity.

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

Some catatonic from comprehending they’re temporary meals for the universe that started everything. Some embrace it, welcoming consumption as “returning to origin.” The Shepherds try to capitalize but even they’re shaken by void truth. And Marcus is screaming because showing the revelation accelerated his fragmentation catastrophically. “I made it worse!” he sobs from everywhere. “Showing them broke them and their breaking is breaking me and it’s all happening faster now! Days instead of weeks! Hunger is feeding faster because everyone’s consciousness is already shattered!” The New Primordial is trying to contain mass psychosis but there are too many simultaneously broken beings.

“They were supposed to wait.” “Wait for what?” she gasped. “For leverage,” he said flatly. “Not chaos.” Sirens wailed behind them. The city blurred past the windows, people oblivious to the war tearing through a black car in their midst. Isabelle’s breath came in sharp, panicked pulls. Her chest felt too tight, her vision narrowing. Dante cupped her face suddenly, forcing her to look at him. “Breathe,” he ordered. “With me.” She shook her head. “I can’t”

"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."

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

For three solid months, Samson had pounded my wet hole every single day, spilling his warm seed inside me again and again, and yet my womb remained completely cold and empty. Could the fault be mine? Was I the broken one? Was I an infertile Omega who couldn't bear an heir for any Alpha? The sheer weight of too many thoughts was threatening to crush my sanity. My head throbbed with a dull, heavy ache. I couldn't live in this agonizing uncertainty any longer. I needed a clear plan. I needed to regain control of my destiny before everything I had built crumbled into dust. I stopped pacing and stared at my reflection in the mirror, my chest heaving, my eyes hardening with fierce determination.