Spring Broken Novels & Stories

There are fractures now. Cracks that let light through.​

It was fractured. And now? We were ready to break it.

Crash! A sharp, violent crack ripped through the sterile silence of the office. The remote control, a sleek, expensive piece of brushed metal, flew from James’s hand with terrifying force. It spun through the air like a deadly projectile, arcing across the vast room before shattering against the far wall, splintering into a dozen jagged fragments that clattered against the marble floor. The sound, sharp and final, seemed to echo his internal rage.

My breath caught. I looked up. The old oak near the fence groaned. At first, no one noticed. The omegas were mid-conversation, a pup was chasing a ball made of twine, and the wind stirred the leaves just enough to disguise the sound of stress in the wood. Then I saw it. A thick branch, ancient, cracked deep at the base began to split. Time fractured. “Get back!” someone shouted, but it came too late. The branch snapped. I didn’t think.

Violently. A warning. A shift. A before-and-after moment. And just like that, the fragile peace we'd found splintered.

Like they weren’t sure what they could say or talk about. “Hey, guys, let’s clear this out of the way,” I said, bringing the shepherd’s pie to the table. I sat down with them and spoke while I filled their plates. “Yeah, Bran and I broke up. Yeah, I still have feelings for him. Yeah, it still hurts. But I can hear his name and even talk about him in a rather rational way without having a breakdown.” I smiled, shrugging. “What can I say. Shit happens.”

The frosted glass didn't shatter. It caved inward with a sharp, dry crackle that sounded like winter pond ice splitting under a boot. ​The silver bone-handled cane didn't retreat. It remained pressed flat against the white fractures, the pale hand behind it applying a slow, hydraulic pressure until the bronze frame of the night-latch gave a long, metallic groan.

And just like that, a curse cracked. Maybe not broken yet—but cracked.

And just like that— Everything fractured.

The door slammed shut behind them. The searing pain in my belly and the icy chill of despair intertwined—but they couldn't extinguish the flame of vengeance igniting in my heart. My pup… I had to save my pup! With no way out, I would carve a lifeline with my own life. I struggled to tuck the decree into a deerskin pouch, pressing it close to my body. Then I sent a mind-link to Liam, asking him to bring the red antidote and meet me. The rendezvous point was the deep pool beneath the castle.