Shattered Souls Novels & Stories

Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me. I sank to my knees, the weight of my despair pressing me further into the cold embrace of the floor. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises. How had everything become so complicated? How had I become entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate me?

My soul was shattered and my heart was completely broken. The growl sounded again. "That's it" Becca cried "We're doomed"

Instead, he said quietly, “That man today he wasn’t Vesper muscle. He was a messenger.” “For who?” “For the ones who don’t miss,” Dante replied. “And they don’t warn unless they want something.” Isabelle wrapped her arms around herself, cold settling deep in her bones. “What do they want from me?” Dante stepped closer. “Control,” he said. “If they break you, they break me.” “And if they kill me?” His expression flickered something dark and dangerous slipping through. “Then I burn the world down.” The honesty of it terrified her.

Was this the reason behind his cold behavior and the decision to get back at me by cheating with Trina? The next thing that shattered the lingering face was the sound of papers being thrown at me, hitting my face. Xaden's next words stopped my heart for a few seconds, leaving my entire body numb. "Sign those divorce papers, and get the fuck out of this office and out of my life. A slut like you isn't fit to be a Luna." My heart shattered into a million pieces, and before my eyes, my world crumbled. Everything I had worked hard to build seemed to go down the drain because of an allegation I never committed. Or was this some kind of dream I was in?

He can’t even find a shoulder when he’s shattered, when he’s mourning. “I’m sorry," I said again, fighting back my tears… He frowns harder. “What the hell are you sorry for?” “For not seeing any of this before today.” I point at the bottles, at the frame, at him, but my hand feels slow, like it’s moving through water. “You look like complete shit, Steve. Not the normal tough-guy look you always have when you’re trying to scare people or fuck me. The real broken kind of shit.

It didn't understand sacrifice. I roared, a sound that wasn't a choir, but a single, sovereign note. The white light of the Hallowed merged with Kaelen’s obsidian shadow, turning into a searing, silver-grey flame. I pushed it into the glass. The Mirror of Souls shattered. The shards flew through the courtyard, evaporating into black mist before they could hit the ground. The illusions vanished. The thrum in my head settled into a low, steady hum once more. The Blood-Moon Pack stood in the courtyard, gasping for air, their crimson eyes returning to their steady glow. They looked at me, and for the first time, I didn't see worship. I saw clarity. They had seen their darkness, and they had seen

I would accept the healing their souls offered and I just hoped I could repay the kindness and not destroy them in the end. I hoped I'd still have some splinters of my heart left to hold onto when the day came to lay waste to my enemies. I would give their souls to him and he could devour them siphoning them into the hell of darkness that lurked within his territory. That in the least I could offer him for I was too destroyed to give him the whole of the woman I could have been. Damaged or not my soul pined for his, and my shattered heart ached to be whole enough for him. But there wasn't as much as he deserved left to offer. Gaping and hollow it housed only the echo of the unwanted broken g

The torches flared once, then shattered. All of them. The room was thrown into pitch black. And in that blackness, I felt it. Something tearing. Ripping me from both sides. A violent crack split through my soul, like glass shattering in a silent room. A scream. My scream. It ripped out of me like a beast. Raw, Bloody and Not Human. My back arched. My head snapped back. And right as I felt myself splinter— The world collapsed.

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

The rage inside me kept me upright. “They have his soul,” I muttered. Damien stopped short. “You saw that thing Mira was holding?” “It was a soul shard,” I whispered. “His essence, broken and enslaved. That’s why he looked like that. She split him, Damien. And she’s using the pieces to anchor him in our world.” He gritted his teeth. “So how do we stop her?” I turned to him, feeling my own power trembling just under the surface. “We take back the shards. Every piece of his soul. We bring him back whole—or we end it before he becomes something worse.”