Shoulders Of Unbreakable Demise Novels & Stories

He looked like an immovable, untouched mountain of dark granite. Beneath the fabric, he was dying. His dislocated shoulder was violently forced back into its socket, held together by freezing Liquid Silver. His fractured rib ground against the internal splint with every shallow breath. But his dark brown eyes were completely, warmly locked onto Jack. "You look beautiful, Sovereign," Marcus rumbled, his deep voice carrying the absolute, unshakeable certainty of the God of Honor. Jack beamed, his blue eyes filling with tears of pure joy. He walked over, entirely blind to the catastrophic agony hidden just inches beneath the fabric of Marcus's shirt, and linked his slender arm through Marcus's

Dust motes floated like restless spirits in the stale air, settling slowly on the shattered remnants of violence. Unity's body sagged, collapsing to the cold, unforgiving floor with a heavy, final thud. Her pale shirt bloomed crimson, the dark stain spreading in uneven pools, like ink spilled over a cracked canvas. Yet, even in death, there was something unsettling about her, the faintest curl of a smile lingered on her lips, a ghost of triumph, a defiance that refused to be silenced. The smile was almost cruel in its mockery, as if death itself was just another step in her relentless game.

My mom is dead. After the death of my mother, everything follows. Fell into pieces like a domino. Shattered like a broken glass that if I dare to pick it to make it whole again. It will hurt me. My dad became an alcoholic because he knows that there is something wrong but no one wants to talk about it. The grief of losing his wife and the pain of seeing his daughter go crazy. Kevin used to pretend and comfort him. Makes him strong for the family that he ruined, and that believes again in his lies. Until one day I decided to end it myself. I will end the pain and I will do my best to put everything back to normal, after ending the pain. I stole my dad’s gun inside his cabinet and my mother’s

I’m wrong Colton thrusts a clawed clenched grab into my right shoulder with a fierce impale, tossing me aside, and sends me splaying back ten feet with the impact. I fly through the air, everything slowing down into surreal disbelief and any chance of finding my strength evades me. He sends my lifeless body into the trees without a way to shield myself, so I’m hammered by the impact, with a crunch, and cracking. My ribs shatter in the process, piercing soft flesh, and pulsing vitality, behind my armor. I can’t even cry out; such is the massive blow to my body, the immense scourge of immense hurt, which stuns me into numb uselessness.

His white silk robes were entirely unspotted by the carnage around him. "Impressive violence, Alpha Vance," Thomas murmured, his milk-glass eyes reflecting the red moon. "Just like your ancestors. You play the role of the butcher so well." "Leave," Caleb growled, his chest heaving, his sword pointed directly at Thomas’s heart. "Or join them in the snow." Thomas smiled—a thin, pitying expression. He reached into his robes and pulled out a small, jagged piece of black obsidian. It was deeply etched with the Wound Mark.

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he said exhausted. "Only original angels, even I am not the one, even Asbeel is not the fallen, he is son of fallen through a human" he said looking disgust. "We have to find a way to break the cruse, now she is even with a demon, I am afraid it will only make her negative" she said looking worried. "Don't worry dear I will find a way" he said and kissed her over her forehead.

Slowly, I reached out and took the candle from her, watching as the flame danced and flickered in the darkness. It is a strange and eerie scene, one that left me feeling unsettled. As the ritual came to an end, the energy in the room slowly dissipated, leaving behind an eerie silence. The only sound that could be heard was the crackling of the flame and the soft rustle of clothing as Cynthia stood before me, eagerly waiting for my reaction.

Now onto the finale Loved me with your worst intentions Didn't even stop to question Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven Loved me with your worst intentions Painted us a happy ending Every time you burned me down Don't know how, for a moment it felt like heaven And it's so gut-wrenchin' Fallin' in the wrong direction Darkness Quiet Everything was quiet I was finally dead Yeey Until I actually wasn't Pain So.much pain. I felt as if fire was crawling under my skin "Break them back in place!" "Have every damn rogue that touched her beheaded" "I don't fucking care use it all on her" Noisy. And whoever kept on yelling sure had anger issues The pain stopp

"The Frosthounds didn't heal your arm. They just used the same coven anchor I left inside your chest when I threw you into the dirt." I twisted his arm backward. The same sickening *pop* from the vanity room echoed through the ballroom, but this time, it wasn't bone that broke. The solid ice inside his shoulder shattered, glowing sapphire shards spraying across the silver-veined table. Derek dropped to his knees, screaming a human sound of pure, unadulterated agony.