Spring Broken Novels & Stories

She then pushed Lucas's shoulder to get up from above her, and after that, Luna tried to get out of bed. "Okay, if you're so sure about your feelings, then we should break up before my feelings for you grow deeper. If we break up now, I can easily forget you and try to rebuild my life from scratch." *Ding* For some reason, Luna's words about breaking up sent a jolt of pain through Lucas's chest, making his heart pound loudly. He fell silent as he pondered over all of Luna's words.

"Can you walk? If we move now, we can find shelter." I tried to put my foot on the ground. A flash of pain forced a small cry out of me. My features twisted. Renzo cursed under his breath. He knelt in front of me and took my ankle in his large, calloused hand. I flinched, wary. "Let me see if it’s broken." His fingers probed the joint with unexpected gentleness. Beads of sweat broke out on my forehead. He finally looked up. "It’s a bad sprain, nothing torn. But it’s going to swell up like a balloon."

a skinny easily breakable branch of this tree. Abruptly, my freefall was arrested by a colossal branch that lay a behemoth of wood more akin to a monstrous tree trunk than the frail, snapping appendages above. It was an unyielding sentinel that brought my chaotic plummet through the verdant gauntlet to a thunderous, bone-jarring halt. Springing from the tree, my left arm deployed as a makeshift crutch, the right hung lifelessly, doubtless snapped. Below, Brock had hit the earth hard, his efforts to rise futile – his leg a twisted mess, either with a break or sprained. Yet, here we were, the breath in our lungs was bittersweet proof of survival.

He looked at me and for the first time since the sky split, I saw uncertainty. “I do not know yet,” he admitted. The second rupture exploded outward. A jagged crack raced across the northern horizon. Light bled into the clouds and a third flicker sparked faintly to the east. Not yet open but stirring. The lattice trembled. Kade’s knees buckled slightly. I caught him before he fell. “You cannot hold twelve,” I said. He looked at the spreading fractures, then back at me. “No,” he said quietly. The first entity forced both arms through the boundary and the second rupture widened rapidly and in the distance, sirens began to wail.

Contracts can always be broken. “Well, I have counted more than fifteen broken bones… Eleven of them being her ribs and both collar bones. Her entire left arm, upper and lower is fractured, and luckily, the upper came close to being a compound fracture but I have been able to get that mostly fixed… Her right humerus is fractured in two spots and I am working on accessing her neck and head right now.” Bart explained feeling Karen’s neck carefully. “I haven’t had a chance to look at her hands yet either…”

Something broken, fragile. Something I had ruined.

There was only the roar of danger, the violent symphony of the hunt, and the undeniable pull of the man at the wheel. The forest widened suddenly into a clearing, and Kenneth slammed on the brakes, sending the SUV sliding into a crouch, tires skidding over loose gravel, the momentum throwing me against the seatbelt with bone-rattling force. My head snapped forward, hair falling into my face, but his hand shot out to brush it away, his fingers lingering on my temple with a contact that was both reassuring and impossible to read. The clearing offered temporary respite, yet the distant crunch of boots over frost-covered earth reminded me that this pause was as fragile as glass, poised to shatte

But just then, a tearing pain ripped through my chest. "Argh!" A violent cough ripped through me, and blood sprayed from my lips. My knees gave out. I crashed to the floor as a phantom hand plunged into my chest and tore my soul in half. This feeling... The mate bond... it's breaking! "No! Evelyn!" I screamed at the sky. "Impossible!" The pain grew more intense. I could feel the invisible thread connecting our souls snapping, inch by inch. Every break was like another slice into my heart. "Austen!" Seraphina knelt beside me in terror. "What's wrong?"

It stepped forward. “She was born to break it.” The world split. Light surged. The threads snapped. And the forest dissolved. The forest dissolved in a violent rush of light. Not a gentle fade. Not a slow return. A shattering. The trees broke first — cracking down their centers like glass splintering under pressure. Ash blew backward in a blinding storm, swirling into the air in spiraling columns. The ground lurched, buckling beneath me, splitting open into a jagged canyon of white light.

Seeing the scenario in front of me, I didn't know either to be happy that he was home or to be worried because he was drunk, because Adam never gets drunk on weekdays, especially this drunk that he can't even walk straight. I quickly rushed towards him, supporting him and frantically checking him as if I could find out what was wrong with him. Adam was mumbling something and stumbled. Then he looked at me and he was suddenly angry and pushed me aside so hard that I fell on the floor. I whimpered in pain as my arm hit the corner of the coffee table, and blood started to pour out of the cut. I looked up at Adam with tears in my eyes, hoping to see regret in his eyes, but I found anger instead.