Shoulders Of Unbreakable Demise Novels & Stories

he rasped, his voice dropping into a low, fiercely controlled register despite the agony ripping through his nerves. “You can’t hold us, Lucas.. your arm—” “I’ve got you.” He repeated it quieter this time, like a sacred vow to his own failing muscles as much as to her. His arm shook violently, the tendons pulled to the absolute breaking point. His shoulder felt like it was being torn from its socket piece by piece. Something deep in his side was broken, making every shallow breath he pulled in to stay anchored an exercise in pure torment. Yet, his fingers remained locked around her like a steel vice.

The whole place shook with the blood-curdling scream, even the guards were afraid to go and check. Agnus was in excruciating pain and leapt up from his seat as his shoulder began to decompose. Thousands of cells inside his shoulder were now dying, and his armour had already turned into dust. "Tap." "Urgh! Ha..ha..ha You..how do you have that Cursed element?! You... You're a Demon?!" Oops

Flashback* Unknown POV. Divine hall, ancient London. ' I cannot take this anymore. You have to do something about it' 'sorry son, nothing can be done' your destiny is already tied to hers' 'are you not the most powerful being?' 'I am' * answered boringly* 'then why can't you just lift this f**king curse?' 'first, it is a punishment not a curse and secondly, do not curse in my presence' ' Okay whatever. I just want you to know that this girl you are claiming is part of my destiny is not even born yet'

The bruising already beginning around the wrist Sudha had gripped. His chest constricted so painfully he almost couldn't breathe. Very carefully as though she were made of the most fragile glass he adjusted his hold. One arm slid beneath her knees. The other wrapped securely around her back. Lifting her effortlessly. Not because she couldn't stand. But because he couldn't bear the thought of her trembling on her own feet any longer.

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

The hall didn't fall apart quietly; it broke apart with a loud crash of stone and magic. Diego pulled himself out of the rubble, and smoke filled the air. His lungs were on fire. A faint light pulsed beneath the broken floor, reminding everyone that the rift was alive and getting bigger. "Mariana," he said in a rough voice. "I'm right here." She came out of the dust with her hair tangled and her face streaked, but her eyes were as sharp as ever. She took his hand and helped him stand up, holding him steady as the ground shook again.

Devon took a slow step forward, the shattered glass covering the stone floor groaning and snapping beneath his heavy leather boots. Every tiny movement looked like a monumentally agonizing battle against gravity itself. His left shoulder was visibly dislocated, the bone jutting out at an unnatural, grotesque angle beneath his torn, blood-soaked leather tunic, but his right arm remained wrapped around the wicker travel basket like an unbreakable vise. The willpower required to keep that grip steady while his body screamed in agony was written in the deep lines etched across his forehead.

I kept my shoulders back and head held high as he reached for my throat. There was a tug at my neck and then a shattering sound as the chain was snapped by his hands. My eyes widened in shock. He was able to break the silver chain. The silver control collar is considered unbreakable, and yet he was able to destroy it effortlessly. His fingers slightly brushed against my neck, and what I could only imagine were the tingles from the fated mate connection rippled through my body. It was warm, sweet, and calming. It was everything I always imagined it would be. Something I thought I would never feel.

Unbreakable. Silence. Then— “…why?” it asks. My grip tightens. My voice steadies. “Because he gets to live.” The core pulses violently. Cracks forming. Breaking. “And you don’t?” it whispers. I close my eyes. For just a second. And in that second— I see him. Leon. Alive. Free. Safe. “…that’s enough,” I say softly. The core shatters. Light explodes outward— consuming everything— the darkness—

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭