Souls Unfractured Novels & Stories

Unstoppable. If that happened— There would be no stopping it. Not just this village. Not just this valley. Cities. Towns. Families. The Darkness would travel through bloodlines like disease. Like breath. The world would rot quietly. And it would start here. With him. “No,” Sipho whispered. He tried to stand. His legs barely obeyed. His skin began to split. Thin cracks like shattered glass running along his arms. Lightless shadow leaking out like smoke. The villagers inhaled deeply.

Hopefully, so that they won't be involved. My whole body is also very sore. I felt like dying. Funny, but Gabriel didn’t even touch me to begin with yet I felt my whole body burning like hell. I just heard him flicking his hands a lot of times giving me pain, breaking my bones, and tearing my soul apart though I am not sure about having a soul, just metaphor. It went and went until I got tired, and he got tired too, because of frustration. Cassy still didn’t appear. Well, I like it that way. I don’t want her to see me like this nor I don’t want Gabriel hurting her.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

My artificial wolf scent masked the static charge from the mercenaries crowding around me, but it couldn't quiet the roaring in my ears. I knew the emptiness. I knew, with absolute and terrifying certainty, that my soul was a fractured artifact, a beautiful weapon missing its twin piece. Tonight, the invisible cord binding me to that missing half pulled so tightly it felt like it would snap my ribs. I didn't know *who* or *what* was waiting at the end of Kaelen's naval path, but I could feel that it held the absolute key to the part of myself I had spent twenty years mourning.

"Your soul will be split in two. One part stays here to keep your heart beating while the other projects into the lower world." The thought of being torn apart made my stomach twist violently, worse than the crushing pressure of the Mother’s light—half of me trapped here forever while the other half was thrown back into the chaos below, my soul fractured like glass under too much strain. "It is a fracture, Sienna," Riven added. "Fail, and neither piece returns." I stared at him with my chest heaving. "You want me to risk everything I have left?" "The gate demands a toll," he replied. "The perimeter is leaking, and the undead have already found the seam. Clear the courtyard in two days. Every

"What original form?" ​"The unified soul," my shade answered, her voice dropping as the horrifying logic snapped into place. She met my eyes, dark with realization. "If you strike him, you won't kill Aurelian. You'll force the fractured spirit pieces back together—restoring the original, unbroken ancient soul." ​"And wiping Kael out of existence," I finished.

When a guide tweaked a metaphor to better suit a soul—turned a pit into a staircase, a locked door into a choice—that icon flickered, acknowledging the use of the rules she’d written. Not because she was being consumed. Because her baseline had been consulted. In a different corner of the panel, a status line scrolled calmly: CURRENT SOUL QUEUE: FINITE. NEW INPUTS: DISABLED. ESTIMATED COMPLETION: EVENTUALLY. No panic. No hunger. Just… steady work. When a soul finished their processing, another line recorded it: SOUL RELEASED. ROUTE: UNKNOWN (BY DESIGN). No retention. No archive for future use. Just a quiet “done” and a blank beyond.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭

“All four of us felt it. Whatever that ritual did, it tried to break you.” “It didn’t.” I swallowed hard, tasting copper. “I won’t let it.” But the truth was clawing at the edges of my control. I could feel the fracture in my soul and the glass webbed with cracks, ready to shatter with one wrong word, one wrong look.

I awkwardly chuckled, deciding to let them go on. "You already know that I'm the second eldest." Luciano shrugged back in his seat. I slightly jumped when bubbles whispered to me, "Luc is the bipolar one." "Well, I'm Marco. Third eldest brother." Warm giant softly grinned and I nodded before bubbles whispered "the mom." "Fourth eldest, as you already know." Tony added on and bubbles whispered "Bodybuilding freak with anger issues." There was a silence as everyone stared at dickhead. He rolled his eyes before finally deciding to speak when Giovanni cleared his throat in a threatening manner.