Shattered Souls 소설 & 이야기

Claire had her handgun poised at the Spiritwalker right in front of the desk. But handguns can't kill Spiritwalkers. They just injure them enough so they get angry. The shadow screeched and rushed over with celerity, leaving a gust of wind behind. I fumbled to grab my shotgun. Another 'bang' followed. 'Bang. Bang. Bang.' I looked up just in time to see the Spirit crash into Claire. She flew back into the door with a supernatural speed and slumped over onto the floor. Blake stood over her and then dropped suddenly, landing right on top of her crumpled body at his feet.

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Through the bond, I feel his confusion matching mine. "Tell me," I say to Cassia. "Tell me everything." She takes a shaky breath. "There's a prophecy, older than the Shattering itself. It speaks of two souls—one touched by dreams, one cursed by blood—who would find each other across lifetimes. Who would bond and transform and become... something new. Something that could either restore the Mother or shatter what little remains of her." My blood runs cold. "Restore the Mother? The deity who was torn apart during the Shattering?"

"But we’re waking up." --- ### The Final Recall The computer screen exploded. A final, desperate command echoed through the room. **[INITIATING TOTAL PURGE]** **[REMOVING ALL TRACES OF THE 'ORIGIN' VIRUS]** The grey grid beneath us didn't just dissolve; it **shattered**. We fell. Not into a white void. Not into a red wasteland. We fell into a sea of cold, black liquid. I gasped, my ink-body merging with the blackness. I felt Rowan and Leo beside me, their shapes blurring as the liquid tried to absorb them.

And somewhere out in the world, a stranger knew a name Seraphina had buried three years ago, and was using it to remind her that burial was not the same as dead. She slid down the door and sat on the marble floor of her own foyer with her knees pulled up to her chest, and for the second time in less than a week, she felt the old Aria pressing at the inside of her skin, wanting out. The girl who cried. The girl who trusted. The girl who had walked into a rainstorm in a ruined dress and let it nearly kill her. Seraphina pressed the heels of her hands into her eyes until she saw white spots.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

"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.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

(HIS SHATTERED PIECE OF SOUL) “INTO three. Your soul along with your Yin and Yang will be the little key for the future perfect destruction to the final loop of seventh. The needed consequence and let just say the simple exchange, for being the holder of flame God Leo and one of the shards of the original ‘him’.”