Romans & histoires Shattered Souls

They'd begun linking as their number grew, forming an intricate lacework inside her, the space between them slowly shrinking as he added to them each time. They surely almost equalled the number of her own, human cells now, and when they surpassed them - when she was finally more shadowsouled than she was human - she would likely be able to begin manipulating this darkness of her own. He was looking forward to finding out how she'd use it. They were all a little different in that sense, but destined shadow-soulmates always complemented each other perfectly.

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.

They didn’t see the broken families or hear the heartbreaking cries for loved ones who never made it home. The attack had broken something inside me, something vital. I wasn’t just shaken; I was shattered. Emotionally and mentally, I was on the verge of stepping down, handing the pack back to my father. He always seemed to have the answers, always seemed to know what to do, while I had led us straight into disaster.

Crossing his arms before his chest, he gathered every remaining trace of his inner strength, wrath, and spirit power into a thick, dark violet shield. Clang! The collision echoed like thunder. Sylas' shield shattered instantly, fragments scattering in every direction. To Sam, his shield was as fragile as cotton. Sylas staggered backward from the impact. Each step left a deep imprint in the stone, cracks spreading outward like a web. Blood rose in his throat and spilled from his lips. His energy wavered, the dark violet glow dimming as his strength ebbed away. He could clearly feel that his body, power, and spirit were being eroded by Chaos. If this continued, he would not last three more exc

"Rhea, run! It’s not a transfer anymore... it’s an explosion!" The shadow-wave towered over them, blocking out the light of the rift. It let out a roar that shook the glacier to its roots, its form flickering between the baby Rhea had feared and the monster the world expected. As the Soul-Sunder shattered in Micah’s chest, the tidal wave of shadow collapsed downward—not toward Micah, and not toward Rhea, but toward the staircase where Ash was standing, his grey, emotionless eyes watching the descent of the god he was born to kill.

They moved with a slow, rhythmic desperation, their silver eyes reflecting the total absence of a "Happy Ending." "They are the 'Recycled Souls' of every sector the Architects ever abandoned," Silas whispered, his gold-veined wolf form simmering. He saw a warrior who carried the broken shield of the North, and another who wore the tattered cloak of the Thorne bloodline. These were versions of themselves from "Alternative Scripts" that had failed the "Market Test."

Henry*** The world shatters around me, a cacophony of destruction that echoes through my bones. Everything I’ve ever known is crumbling, slipping through my fingers like sand, and the storm inside me rages with an intensity I can’t control. I am its eye, the center of this chaos, and yet I am powerless to stop it. The darkness surrounds me, pulls at my insides, and all I can do is endure its cold, suffocating grip. The man I was… I can barely remember him. Only fragments remain, scattered like broken glass, and the creature I’ve become is all that’s left.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

Hating that part of me—that terrible, broken part—didn't regret it at all. The Underworld - Same Time Lucian I was in the training arena when it hit. The bond. Our mate bond. The connection that had been weak but there. It shattered. Not slowly. Not gradually. Just—shattered. Like glass breaking. Like something vital being ripped out. I fell. Hit the ground. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think. Couldn't— Pain. Pure. Absolute. Destroying. Not physical. Worse than physical. Soul-deep. The kind that made you wish for death. Beg for it. Scream for it.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.