The Broke God Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to hurt you.” “I don’t know that. You say you aren’t going to hurt me, but the way you act sometimes hurts me. One day you treat me like you want me. Then the next you’re telling people I don’t mean anything to you. That we are only friends. I can’t take that. Not from you. I’m already broken, Dmitry. But you the power to shatter me.” His eyebrows wrinkled together. “Dani. For days now, I have been trying to tell you how I feel.”

“I searched for her. I searched for the bracelet. I knew something terrible had happened, even if I couldn’t remember clearly. I regretted it. I hated the man I was that night.” He looked up at his grandfather, eyes full of agony. “But knowing now… knowing that I broke her—the woman who became my peace—” his voice broke completely. “I don’t think I can survive that.” Mr. Salvador stood slowly and walked to him. He placed his hands on James’s shoulders. “My son,” he said gently, “what you did was wrong. Deeply wrong.” James nodded desperately. “I know.” “But you are not the same man,” Mr. Salvador continued. “Grief, alcohol, and loneliness do terrible things to people. It does not excuse the

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

“Sounds familiar.” Gods damn him. I tear my gaze away before he sees what that does to me. Before he sees the tremor I can’t hide, the crack running down the center of this fragile thing I’ve become. Because he’s right. It is familiar. And this time, if either of us falls, there’s no one left to catch us. Little flame. The god’s voice coils tighter, thick as smoke, dripping with something almost like amusement. You’ve broken your chains. How noble. How… predictable.

The words settled over me feeling heavy and final, but I wouldn't let it be final. "I know what you are," I said quietly. "A fallen god, but I don't know why or what you did." He turned away from me then and walked a few steps towards the wall. For a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer, but when he spoke his voice was low and edged with pain. “I broke the first law." I waited knowing he was going to continue. “In the beginning when the realms were divided the gods ruled through balance. Creation and destruction, life and decay and the Aeschylus of them held their place. I was born of war and my purpose was to protect the human world from what lurked beyond it."

I reply. “It is not a threat. It is a warning.” Nova steps closer to me. “What do you mean?” she asks. The god looks directly at her. “You are the fracture point.” My chest tightens. “Explain,” I say sharply. The god’s voice becomes quieter. “When he broke the rule, he did more than kill a rival. He altered a pattern.” I feel the truth in that. “And?” Nova presses. “And patterns correct themselves.” Silence. Cold and heavy.

I have a fortune worth more than ten billion dollars, and I showed up to my high school reunion in an old hoodie. Someone asked how I'd been doing. I gave them a pained smile. "Bad investments. I owe seven million." The words were barely out when the prom queen on my right quietly slid her chair away from me. The class president on my left clapped me on the shoulder, then turned around and went off to toast somebody else. I took in every expression in that room and played my part to the end. After it broke up, a transfer notice popped up on my phone. $100,000 received. Underneath it was a note. [This is all I have right now. Use it for the emergency. There's no rush to pay me back.]

Now I am going to lose it all to The Evil God all because of who and what I am. You’re not going to lose anyone I promise My Love. Everything that’s happening is not happening because of you, things like this happen every day to packs. Anything the Moon Goddess or The Evil God throws at us we will get through side by side with you and me together. Please tell me where you are so I can come to you, please… The sound of his breaking voice makes a tight knot form in the pit of my stomach. He sounds so broken, so hurt at the fact I have taken off.

Young Hades saw no reason not to indulge in his love of the sweet little creatures. He'd used his family's status to get into many Rodeos. He'd even managed to get invited to a handful of Breakings, something like a Rodeo but they were only open to three or four toms at a time and the no-fur involved was virgin. Breakings were intense rituals where toms fucked a no-fur for the first time, opening up his body and the channels of his magick. Kits conceived during a Breaking were very rare and considered to be blessed.

“Take it away.” Sarah obeyed, gathering the untouched plate and fleeing the room. Now it was just us. Time to begin. Not just punishment. Destruction. I would break her, shatter her, and rebuild her into something entirely mine. She would resist. They always did. But eventually, they all crumbled. I would be her tormentor. Her god. Her salvation. Two broken things don’t become whole. They become one weapon, forged from pain and fury. She’d belong to me. Nothing more than a possession.