Novel & Cerita Sidewalk Prophets Make Me Broken

"Someday in one way or another, I will get my revenge on you. Remember that and remember me. I will be back and then you will be sorry for ever crossing my path." He banged his hand beside me, turned around, and left. I huffed out a breath and sat on the stool close to me. I try as much not to put any meaning to his threat but I don't have just myself to think about. I try as much as possible not to make enemies but it's inevitable. I pinch the bridge of my nose and close my eyes begging the universe for strength to finish the day. "Cici, Cici," Aden called me out anxiously.

Like a ball of flame, it raced through my body, threatening to turn both me and my unborn pup to ash. At that moment, I finally understood. Every vow had been a lie. My unborn pup and I had been nothing but a joke. I had been nothing but a mere tool. The last thread of light vanished, and darkness swallowed me whole. My consciousness began to blur. The red antidote—the only thing that could counter wolfsbane—was the final thread keeping me awake. Right then, cold and familiar footsteps echoed from the distance. I struggled to open my eyes, my vision blurry, only to make out two figures entwined together.

His fingers trace lazy patterns along my spine, grounding me, soothing me. The world will come for us again. The fight is not over. Malcolm still exists. But tonight, we have this. Tonight, we are unbreakable.

“You don’t have to do this. You don’t have to be my shadow.” Mor smiled—softly. Sadly. “But that’s all I’ve ever been.” And the sky above them cracked open. The prophets return. Through the underworld, three silhouettes descended. Tall. Cloaked in bone and ash. Eyes hollow. Skin etched with living runes. ‘ The original Prophets of the Echo. Banished. Forgotten. Now reborn.’ Mor bowed. “They told me everything,” she said. “About you. About him. About what comes next.”

JACE BALDWIN'S POV I was quietly thinking about what my life had slowly turned into when the guys were talking with Mr Wyatt and Emily in the background. After I filled the old man in on what the problem was, he sat freakishly staring at me for almost three minutes before he recited the prophecy that I knew like the back of my hand and at the same time hated like dead. "From the shards of a broken soul, will come a cry of desperation, tears of sorrow will water the earth, her tears will call on the rain, in the depths of her sorrow, a new wolf will be forged in the gloomy light of the blood moon."

You and I We don't wanna be like them We can make it 'til the end Nothing can come between You and I Not even the Gods above Can separate the two of us No, nothing can come between You and I. After a while, it was followed by my friends. "Be happy, bitch" Cassandra whispered. She kissed me on my cheek. Oh, you and I.. "You are now living in your present," Azaia mumbled next and also kissed my cheek. I figured it out Saw the mistakes of up and down Meet in the middle There's always room for common ground The last one to emerge was my daughter. I crept down to welcome her in my arms.

I see my future, I see the light. I see the love, I see my goal. I see the fire that lies dormant, In the heart of time. I see the joy that springs forth, At the mention of my name. I see the love in your eyes, I see the scars you try to hide. I'll tell you I'm broken, Not for you to mend me, But that I'd mend you. For even the broken, Remembers what it's like to heal,

“I’ll help you destroy Rowan from the ground up. Whatever you need from me, just say the word.” “I want him to suffer,” I whisper, putting those words out into the world for the first time. “He told her I was broken… And that he wanted to leave me with nothing.” “We’re all broken, sweetheart,” Azure wrapped me in his arms, burying his nose in my hair. “Cracked, chipped, shattered; Everyone has wear and tear on their soul. Sometimes we need to break before we put ourselves back together the way we were meant to be.” His words caused something in me to shift, and my heart fluttered in my chest.

Tho its a little bit short It's a prologue though,so.... Please comment and vote.

But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sound of silence" she looks at me, and I look at her back, two drops fall from my eyes.