Shattered Souls Novels & Stories

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.

she whispered lowly, darkness crawling up her skin and she was tempted to close the book immediately as she could literally see the faces of mates that had been taken away from their other half, and trapped within the lines of the Soul book. "You take a mate from the other and they become mad with rage, deadly but easier to kill.” she explained softly, “Most commit suicide in a second, whilst the others run mad-" she closed her eyes tears threatening to spill when she heard their voices, Where is he? Take me back to him. She calls for me. Please! They could never be set free till the end of time. Their souls were destroyed there was no way to bring them back whole. They were merely shattered

I had become a broken vessel, shattered and discarded, just like the windows of my soul. As I stood there, swaying on unsteady feet, I couldn't help but feel like a mere pile of mud, trampled on by the world around me. My spirit was fractured, my hope shattered. But deep down, buried beneath the layers of pain, a flicker of defiance remained. A small voice whispered, "Maybe, just maybe, there's a way to piece myself back together."

Then we crested the final rise, and my heart plummeted through the floor. The proud fortress smoldered beneath an ash-choked sky, jagged wounds gaping along broken parapets. Heaps of distorted bodies littered cracked ground surrounding the walls. And circling those soaring ruins like a vulture hovered the unmistakable blood-hued shape of Scar the Ravager. Zoya's creation and my greatest shame unleashed.

His eyes turned black bottomless voids of shadow. Vaelen’s body rose into the air, limbs limp, eyes wide with terror. “N–Not again—NO—” A horrifying sound filled the air — like tearing cloth mixed with screaming wind. Vaelen’s soul glowed pale green, ripped from his body, struggling, screaming. Elaria crawled forward weakly. “V–Vaelen—!” Tepes closed his fist. Vaelen’s soul shattered like glass. His body fell lifelessly. Elaria’s scream tore through the frozen kingdom. “NOOO—!!”

I don't feel like the exiled mate who is crying in the back of a car. As I throw the shuttle for the first time, the sound echoes through the rafters like a bone breaking. Or a bond snapping. I think of Lir in his cold Northern study, staring at his spreadsheets. I think of Elara in her silk gowns, playing at being Luna. I am coming for your prestige, I think, the silver thread flashing in the lamplight. I am coming for the one thing you love more than me—your pride. By the time the sun breaks over the horizon, the first inch of the shattered mirror armor is complete. It is jagged, but it is beautiful, and it is the most rational thing I have ever done.

His back arched off the wall, and a guttural sound came from deep in his throat. Kael tensed. "What is happening?" I grabbed Milo and pulled her behind me. "I do not know. I have never seen this before." Tom's body thrashed against the floor, his head hitting the concrete, his hands clawing at the ground. The grey on his skin began to crack, like dried mud breaking apart. Tom let out a screech. It was high and piercing, cutting through the air like a blade, echoing off the grey walls of the underground floor. The sound bounced back at us from every direction, multiplying, amplifying.

Every step she stumbled, my vision blurred. She was there In the Rift and I couldn’t follow. Not without breaking the world. I gripped the stone edge of the altar, the air around me rippling. Thunder cracked in the distance—unnatural, not of this realm. The moon trembled. I could feel its light flickering like a candle in a storm. Something had shifted. The Soulshard lay shattered on the ground beside me, still humming. Still glowing faintly with the echo of our son’s voice but now, it was cold and silent.

shattering the Symmetrics' unified consciousness into a billion jagged pieces of "Individual-Anguish." "They're killing him," Avery whispered, watching Kael’s form begin to "De-Cohere." Without the unified link, a Sombra-Born’s body began to lose its "Structural-Integrity." His silver veins were beginning to leak a luminous, violet fluid—"Neural-Plasma." "Good!" Juna screamed. "Let them feel what it's like to be 'Broken'!"

Every inch of its movement brought the extreme agony of lightning fire scorching his body and soul essence being flayed. Within the Energy Sea, the shattered Energy Pool churned with pitch-black Heaven's Chaotic Energy, violently colliding with the last remaining thread of original light. The clash produced dull booms like metal and stone shattering. The sound did not come from the outside world but exploded from the deepest part of his soul essence, sending towering waves through his sea of consciousness. His already fractured soul essence shattered once more, fragments as fine as dust, on the verge of dispersing completely into heaven and earth.