Shattered Souls Novels & Stories

He looked pitiful and those who had known how arrogant and ruthless he had been wondered if he knew he had inflicted such terrible pain on other people before? "For taking over my pack by subtilty and killing my father, you will pay for it with your life. But unlike my father, you will not die once. You will experience a slow death, dieing everyday in a gradual and slow way. And for subjecting my father's remains to a shameful end, you will have no graveyard nor will your corpse be crinated. You will be mutilated and dumped in the forest to rot away. That is how you will end up. And you Brenda, I had promised to hand you over to Derick, you and your daughter and as I speak, your daughter is

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and I lost count of time. My life had become a cycle of filth, men, and silence. I didn’t fight it anymore—I had stopped fighting long ago. My stepmother had no use for me outside of what I could earn for her, and so I became nothing more than a tool. A body without a soul.

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

“But hearts break. Your hollowness is my triumph. Join me, and we’ll unweave this flawed balance.” The hollowness roared, a tide of despair, and she saw a new vision: the nexus gone, her companions erased, herself a shadow weaving chaos. Her glow faltered, her knees buckling, but a memory pierced the darkness—her mother’s hand on her cheek, Kade’s steady grip, Selene’s quiet strength, Lucas’s defiant grin, Bryan’s unwavering light. They were her truth, not this lie.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

"You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?" He gave a bitter smile and smashed the vial on the floor. "Don't worry. I've done enough wrong. I won't hurt you again. I just came to see you and talk to you." Lillian lowered the speaker, but her voice remained cold. "There's nothing to say." Elton opened his mouth, but a voice crackled through the studio's speakers. Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!"

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

"Or we lock him away. Forever. But for that, we need immense power. Power that can shatter his soul and seal the pieces in different places." Alaric seemed to weigh the choice. Then, his face turned cruel. "Do it. Lock him up. Shatter his soul. Seal the remnants of his consciousness in an unreachable place. Let my descendants bear whatever remains of this weakened bond. I am tired." A second betrayal, Siron thought, sickened. First they killed him and bound his soul. Now they shatter it? The scene shifted once more. Now in a different ritual chamber. Morat, in his spirit form full of fury and confusion, was summoned. Binding and shattering incantations were chanted. Siron-as-Alaric, though a