Shattered Souls Novels & Stories

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

I found mentions of the blood-sundering, a ritual so dark its name was often scratched away a violation of the natural order it spoke of a shard of oblivion a weapon against the soul. My hands shook turning the pages. There was no cure listed only warnings the bond once shattered could not be remade the souls would forever walk wounded halves of a broken whole a phantom pain for eternity. I slammed the book shut, the sound a gunshot in the quiet dust bloomed around me a grey funeral shroud no. I would not accept that.

A voice — Avery’s voice, but older, layered with something vast — echoed from within. > “You can’t contain what you’ve forgotten.” The mirror shattered outward. Shards suspended midair, spinning in slow orbit around her as if caught in a gravitational pull. Each shard reflected a different image — cities collapsing, rivers of souls flowing backward, the sky breaking apart. Veyra screamed and thrust her hand forward, releasing a surge of pure command — her essence slamming into the air. The shards froze, then dissolved into dust. The room went still. Her pulse thundered in her ears. The conduits beneath her feet flickered weakly, their rhythm syncopated — off-beat. The pattern she’d known all

The air in the Sub-Level didn't just vibrate; it began to **tear**. As I stood before the Founder, my hand outstretched in a gesture of impossible forgiveness, the glass pods around us didn't just shatter—they screamed. The billions of "failures"—the versions of me that were too weak, too strong, or too broken—weren't just data anymore. They were ghosts of a life that never was, and they were being sucked into a vacuum of absolute zero.

"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."

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

The Shatter Trial In the space of one breath, Ava was ripped from the battlefield—dragged through the rift into a hollow reflection of herself. She landed hard on black glass. Her mirror-self stood at the center, arms open. “This is where I win,” she said softly. “Where you break. Where your threads tear.” And behind her— The soul-threads glowed. All five. Cut. Burning. Dying. Ava dropped to her knees. “No,” she whispered. “This isn’t real.”

"Listen here Alpha,I am going to try and say this in the most pleasant way . I'm a broken piece of shit. I have so much shit going on in my life right now and currently I'm breaking and falling apart because it's all been piled up. My childhood is fucked up. My teenage hood is fucked up. Before I landed on your pack's borders my life was so fucked up Yes I had a mate but he was a pile of shit. Bringing different she wolves home and fucking them on our bed while we were under the same room. I've been abused and hit and called so many effed up names. I've been humiliated and broken so many freaking times that it no longer hurt.

“Maybe none of me survived. Maybe I’m just a shadow pretending to be whole.” The shard leaned closer, her mask reflecting fragments of Selena’s own face—each one distorted by grief, desire, and impossible choices. “That’s not true,” she said softly, pressing their palms together. A pulse of searing warmth flooded Selena’s chest, unraveling something buried far too deep to name. Memories collided—Elandri’s final scream, Darius’s last kiss, the way the Heartstone hummed when her rage matched its beat. “You survived in pieces,” the shard murmured, “but the fire was never meant to destroy you. It was meant to reveal the shape of your truth.” The world tilted again, and Selena stumbled, her visio

*"I don't have to. You'll name yourself when the venom burns through what's left of your humanity." A sandstorm erupts, swallowing her form. When it clears, the desert is gone. --- **The Shattered City** We stand on a bridge of frozen lightning, arcing over a chasm where realities bleed into one another. Below, a city pulses-a tumorous growth of spires and flesh, its streets alive with creatures that are neither human nor wolf nor storm. They scuttle and writhe, their forms glitching between solid and spectral. The air reeks of ozone and rotting roses.