Sidewalk Prophets Make Me Broken Novels & Stories

she blurted out. I stiffed my frown and replied, “Different how?” “This isn’t the same prophet we met last time,” she explained. “He’s… older. They say he doesn’t see everyone, and if he doesn’t like you, you won’t even make it to his doorstep.” “He doesn’t like you? So… this is a new prophet?” “Yes,” she confirmed, “But trust me, he’s the only one who can fix this mess.” The road before me morphed into a lengthy and dusty pathway. The trees grew larger with our progress, their branches reaching like dark claws towards the sky. Oddly, clusters of bats would sometimes soar above, their wings slicing through the serene air.

Something listening back. “You weren’t naming something,” Azriel said to the boy. “You were summoning it.” The boy nodded once. “And it heard me.” The wind shifted. Trees bent—not as if pushed, but like they bowed. Above them, the stars stirred. Not twinkling. Not falling. Turning. Velan staggered back a step. “It’s everywhere. In the soil. In the stones. Even the roots. The world’s… listening.” Finally, the Prophets moved. Their robes rustled like dry leaves on ancient ground. The eldest among them stepped forward, her voice thin as winter. “You broke the final seal,” she said to Azriel. “That word was meant to stay lost.”

“You swore you’d come back whole.” “I did come back.” He stepped forward, and the silver light around him bent reality, warping the trees, peeling bark, snapping branches without touch. His hand reached for me, but it wasn’t steady. His fingers shook like he was fighting something inside. “But I’m more than I was.” “No,” I whispered, backing away. “You’re less.” He flinched like I’d struck him. The Bone Seer’s words clawed back into me then—his rasping prophecy, his bitter laughter: Love him, and he will break you. Refuse him, and he will destroy you.

I sat by the window, watching shadows move beyond the treeline, feeling the ground beneath us subtly shift. Kaelen joined me quietly. “You’re carrying the weight of all of them,” he said. “I don’t know how not to,” I admitted. “Fault lines are breaking open,” he said. “Once they do, there’s no sealing them again.” “I know,” I replied. “But pretending they don’t exist will only bury us when everything collapses.” He rested his forehead against mine, grounding me. “You don’t have to be unbreakable.” “I don’t want to be,” I said softly. “I just want us to survive what comes next.”

I was sure. "It hurts Gabriel. It hurts a lot. First dad, then Cyrus and now you. You all have left me alone. Who am i? A nobody to anyone. I feel myself a whore. A home breaking whore. I broke everything. I destroyed every happiness. I was the reason your pho had to leave you. Everyone can see their loss. Their pain. Why no one ever look back at me?

By the time I stepped outside the building, King and Giselle were already waiting near the front steps. "You look like you've been through a war," King said the moment he saw me. "I feel like it." I sighed. "Come on. I'll buy you coffee." He chuckled. "I'm broke." King raised an eyebrow. "Since when?" I hesitated for the briefest moment. Since this morning, when Ryan had thrown me out of his car before school and I'd been too embarrassed to admit I barely had enough money left to get through the week. Instead, I shrugged. "I... lost my money." The lie came easier than I wanted it to.

how many promises had been broken before me? And how many would be broken still?