Shattered Sanity Novels & Stories

My grip was desperate, frantic, but the moment shattered like glass. My fingers clawed only in the air. Again! My eyes met my reflection, my lips parted in lust, madness leaking through the cracks. I just hallucinated. That's a breakdown. I roared and drove my fist into the mirror. Glass exploded around me. Crystalline shards kissed the floor like falling stars. Blood welled, bright and red, dripping down my knuckles. What the hell was happening to me? She had no right. No right to live in my mind. To twist herself into my bones.

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing in the sudden, cavernous emptiness of the apartment, and the world around me began to warp, the edges of reality blurring as if painted with a trembling hand. My breath hitched, each inhale a desperate gasp for air that wouldn't come. My heart hammered against my ribs, a frantic drumbeat against the silence in my ears. This wasn't just a panic attack; it was the manifestation of a grief so profound, a betrayal so complete, that it had shattered the very foundations of my sanity.

SIERRA’S POV The sensation spread faster than fear, faster than reason. The world inside me, my thoughts, memories, even the sound of Isaak’s voice, fractured, like a house of glass struck by an unseen hammer. Aurelian was frantic, his voice cutting through the collapse, furious and strained as he tried to anchor himself to what was left of my crumbling self. He reached for memories, for fear, for me, but there was nothing solid left to grasp. The structure that had held him there simply gave way. With no mind left to bind him, no consciousness to root him, he was torn loose, dragged backward into nothing as the last fragments of my inner world fell apart.

His lips parted, teeth slightly bared, like something in him wasn’t human anymore. Like something was breaking open. Like something was hungry. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t look away. And then He said it. My name. Right when everything inside him shattered. I don’t think I survived that moment. I think something in me split right there and never came back together properly. Now I’m in my room. Or what’s left of my sanity is. My hands won’t stop shaking as I type messages I keep deleting before they make sense. Nate, I’m in too deep.

With every deletion, I felt a piece of my sanity peel away. I collapsed to the floor, pressing my forehead against the cool surface that flickered between solid and nonexistent. My breath came in jagged gasps. My fingers clawed at the air, grasping at nothing. The choice, the word burned in my mind like acid, corroding everything I thought I understood. “Choose… choose what?” I shouted again, louder, desperate, tearing at the air around me. My voice echoed in endless layers, overlapping, distorted, multiplied. The system pulsed, shaking the room violently, responding with a chorus of fragmented tones.

Even with his Mind stat now at a staggering 50 points, even with the Sanity Barrier granted by his One-Way Transparency mod, that overwhelming gap in the order of existence still stirred some primal instinct in him — an urge to submit, to destroy himself just to escape it. It was the cry buried deep in a mortal's genes, the moment they looked a mythic being directly in the eye. "Hah... hah..." Jake gasped for breath, veins bulging at his temples, cold sweat instantly soaking through his back. His hands were shaking. But the next instant, he bit down hard on the tip of his own tongue. Sharp pain, along with the taste of blood, exploded through his mouth, and it yanked his crumbling sanity bac

"I didn't think it would hurt anyone this much. Samuel said it was just business. He said Anthony would get over Sylvia eventually and everything would work out. But I saw what it did to him. I saw what it did to you. And I've been carrying it ever since." Sylvia's voice came next, calm and cold. "You destroyed my relationship. You used your sister. And now you want forgiveness?" "I don't know what I want. I just needed to tell someone. I needed someone to know I didn't mean for it to be this bad." "But it is this bad, Mirabel. And no amount of apologizing will fix it." The recording ended. I sat there staring at the phone in Anthony's hand, my sister's voice still ringing in my ears.

"To see me? Three days ago, inside that trailer, you were screaming that you wanted to murder me." "I was wrong," I confessed, my voice trembling as the truth poured out of me. I took a step closer, completely abandoning my pride. "Before I met you, my mind was nothing but an endless nightmare. Just constant noise, blinding lights, and thousands of voices screaming inside my head, driving me insane. But that night... the moment your hand locked around my neck, everything went silent. The world finally stopped. They are destroying my sanity, Cassian. Please... I am begging you, help me."

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.