Shattered Souls Novels & Stories

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

The innocent returned to the cycle, while the guilty were banished to the shadow realm of the world. However, during a disaster known as the Great Sundering, a powerful fallen being tore open a rift between planes and corrupted countless souls. It stormed into the resting place of souls and erased their imprints with its chaotic power. In an instant, those tainted and maddened souls surged forward, charging straight toward the barrier of the living world. If these wild spirits were allowed to return to the human world, the balance of the world would be shattered, with consequences too terrible to imagine. With their imprints destroyed, every soul lost its home and was filled with endless fur

Sophia replied, her voice clipped, a sharp blade in the dark. As Zero slammed the Enter key, Sophia felt the red mole at the corner of her eye ignite as if pierced by a red-hot iron. A torrent of chaotic, freezing code flooded her mind, a digital blizzard of memories and malice. It was the "Shadow"—the spectral grudge from her past life, weaponized by the algorithm—making its final, desperate struggle to overwrite her soul before the connection severed.

Not too long ago, X would’ve killed me without hesitation if I wasn’t his best friend. "I could turn you back to normal" "Wait, what?" "Yeah, I could", he started. " The shard- yes, it’s called a shard, is bonded to your essence, you soul. I know a few tricks that could make it completely dormant and drained of it’s power.” I felt my hopes rising. I could be normal again! But, the process is not perfect, you might die or, worse, be transformed into a harbinger” “What’s that?” “Corrupted souls, powered by chaos, dogs of a very ancient evil that threatens the multiverse as we know it.”

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

My ribs snapped, one after another, and I could hear them breaking, feel the jagged ends grinding together as if my own body was being shattered from the inside out. Then came the mind-shredding pressure. I screamed, a sound that scraped my throat bloody. I tried to claw at my own skin, to rip it out of me, but my arms wouldn’t listen. They just bent and spasmed. And then I felt the settling. Something monstrous coiled itself deep in my soul, curling into my bones like I had been hollow all along, just waiting to be filled. Sorvane. ** Ravok POV Present Day

The Last Breath, The First Choice Five Years Ago—The First Timeline The mirror reflected a ghost. I touched my hollow cheeks, traced the purple bruises blooming across my collarbone. Twenty-three years old, and I looked like I had lived a hundred lifetimes of suffering. All of them spent loving Richard Ashford. "Aria!" His voice thundered through the penthouse, and my body flinched before my mind could catch up. Muscle memory. Fear memory. I grabbed the edge of the marble counter, steadied myself. "Coming."

" Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head. The scream of a lady. A fighter going down on his knees. It was an already lost war. I gasped and staggered back. Damon took hold of my wrist. "Hey, Melissa! What's the matter? With blurred eyesight, I gripped his arm. "These souls—they're more than just spirits." I trembled when I spoke. They resembled us. Warriors from earlier cycles. Damon tightened his jaw. "Then they didn't succeed." The closest lost soul screamed, its voice twisted in agony. "We tried, but we failed."

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake. Rara found herself grappling with the cruel betrayals and inexplicable horrors that had plagued her life. Each passing moment seemed to erode the resilience she had so desperately clung to, leaving her teetering on the precipice of a breaking point. Uncertainty and despair loomed large, threatening to consume her unstable mind.