Spring Broken Novels & Stories

She opened her mouth, her voice as thin as a thread. Maddison lifted her head from my embrace and looked at Braelynn through tear-filled eyes. Her gaze was complex—filled with anger and disappointment, but above all, a sense of despair. "Braelynn, just go," Maddison said softly, yet her voice carried a resolute chill. "We’re no longer friends." Braelynn staggered slightly, tears streaming down her face. She opened her mouth as if to speak, but in the end, no words came out. She merely gave us a long, lingering look before turning and staggering away into the night.

As she lied. "But... I wanted to be with you, Jaymianne." "Austin, you don't understand! It's the right thing to do so please let me go!" She gasped when almost slipping the truth from breaking up with him. "R-right thing to do? What do you mean?" He asked, slowly walked closer to her. She shook her head, wiping her tears and looking back at him with a bittersweet smiled for ed into her lips. "I can't hurt you, Austin. I don't want to be with you and I— I don't love you anymore. I have with someone else."

She wanted to extinguish the spark before it could breathe. Rowan moved, but he was slow. The black vines tripped him, pinning him to the floor. I didn't have time to use the blade. I didn't have time to think. I grabbed the jar and I slammed it against the stone pedestal. The glass didn't just break. It **Dissolved**. The spark of white fire hit the air and instantly expanded. It wasn't an explosion of light; it was a wave of **Color**.

I feel it crack, the way you feel the moment a window breaks before the glass actually falls. And through the fracture, for the first time in five years, warmth pours in.

I stood up slowly under Soren's cold, watchful gaze. I'd planned to return to the room for a change of clothes and jewelry, but my heel unexpectedly broke, causing me to stagger and tumble to the side. There was a loud crash as the vase hit the ground. Shards of it flew through the air, one of them slicing my wrist. Blood beaded across my skin and trickled down my arm. I forced myself into an upright position and noticed the bracelet I wore had cracked, its luster lost to the blood coating it.

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.

Georgia’s POV The banging on the door was so loud it shook the walls. I froze mid-step, my coffee cup slipping from my hand and breaking on the marble floor. My heart thudded so hard I could hear it in my ears. “Open up! Police!” The words cut through the air like a blade. I swallowed hard, muttering to myself, No… this can’t be happening. Not now. When the door burst open, men in dark uniforms stormed in, their faces stone cold. They surrounded me before I could even breathe.