The Broken Halo Novels & Stories

The heart wasn’t broken but just incomplete. The collection was called “ Esparar,” a Spanish term for hope. The hope of uniting with the other half. The dazzling collection surpassed a record high right after its launch. Nobody knew the sensational idea was thought up in a dark room by a lonely bride abandoned by her husband on their very wedding night.

"You are an amazing person whether you see it or not. You see everything you've been through as bad luck but I see it as struggles that you made it through and became stronger from. I'm not scared of your past, Tiffany." Tiffany exhaled through her noes. She held a worrisome and somewhat sad look on her face which made my chest ache because I knew she was finding it hard to believe and accept that someone was willing to love her despite the baggage she was carrying. "Maybe you're right," she finally said, looking at me with soft eyes. "But... I'm broken and messed up and have pieces of me all over the place. That's not something anybody should have to deal with, Noah."

This is my discovery, and I need to explore it on my own terms before sharing it with anyone else. As I turn towards the sound of his voice, still relying on my mobility cane out of habit, a plan begins to form in my mind. I need to understand Ruin, to see beyond the facade he presents to the world. And now, with Halo’s gift, I might just be able to do that. I hear his footsteps approaching, and I focus once more on Halo, desperate for another glimpse of the world. As Ruin steps into view, I open my eyes again.

The enormity of my actions and the resulting grief cast a shadow over my soul, and I swore that I would never again allow myself to love or be loved. As I ran, the memories of my mother's gentle touch and my sister's infectious laughter faded into the distance, replaced by the overwhelming guilt and shame that would come to define my existence. At that moment, I became Jason the Broken, a man forever haunted by the tragic consequences of a single, devastating night.

It is used to damage the memory power of a person making them unable to remembering things. Broken inside yet I picked up the third bottle and turned it around. A little speck of light still shining in the corner of my heart even when everything laid in pieces on the floor. Crystellar. And, that was it. This was it. Not even a little ray of light. The show was over. It was dark all around as I stood there on the stage with my head hung low. Crystellar. It was a drug marked forbidden by The First Vampire King for some reason which was not stated in history.

Pierse reached for my hand, his voice filled with shock and concern, but his fingers only brushed against mine before the world suddenly lurched. For a second, I couldn’t process what was happening. Then— “An earthquake!” The massive crystal chandelier above us swayed violently before the chain snapped, sending it crashing down. Without hesitation, Pierse threw himself over me, shielding me with his entire body. His familiar yet unfamiliar scent surrounded me, overwhelming and suffocating. Through the swirling dust and debris, I caught a glimpse of the two shimmering rings—rolling across the floor, disappearing into the wreckage.

She still couldn't believe all that was happening. The spiralling hook stopped and clamped onto something, an iron circular rod, and with her full strength, Theresa pulled the rod out, pulling out the golden bright halo whose shining light almost blinded the four of them. All of them were lost in the glory of the halo for a second, and Cordis in particular couldn't wait to harness the power the halo possessed. A bullet passed through Theresa's face, almost boring a hole through her nose and bringing everyone back to their senses. The Hadens had found them again.

I pivot, feel the wind of it pass, and step inside his guard. Our eyes meet — or they should. But where his light once burned, there is only ash and void. My bone-forged blade, alive with Nyxara’s name, drives into the gap beneath his armour. It’s clean. Final. The helm tumbles, striking the marble with a hollow crack. His body follows, folding into stillness before the light leaves his veins entirely. --- The Hall stays silent. “You have struck your own kin,” the central voice pronounces. “The pact is broken.”

He trembled as he slowly rose. "Very well," he whispered, his voice barely audible, like a sigh. The Silvermoon and Blackrock packs had gathered within the temple. I stood before the statue of the Moon Goddess, voice echoing across the sacred hall. "On this holy night of the Blood Moon, I have three announcements for the packs. First, Damian, I, Eva Lopez, deliver your judgment." A hush fell over the temple. Damian's eyes were vacant, his body drained of all life. I studied his hollow face and uttered deliberately, "For the sake of power, you betrayed the Blood Moon vow. You forcibly broke your mate bond with Chloe, provoked a war, and shed the blood of your people.

“But they are here. We need to move. Now.” Before I could process that, another figure rushed in. Massimo. His face was even worse. “There is more,” he said, struggling to catch his breath. “Someone else has breached the estate. Not Rinaldi’s men. Someone else.” A cold chill ran down my spine. “What do you mean someone else?” I demanded. “He is killing everyone he sees,” Massimo said, his voice trembling. “No hesitation. No mercy.” My stomach dropped. Who the hell was that?