The Broken Halo Novels & Stories

Kaelen stood off to one side, his expression controlled but tight. I took my place without being directed. “This is not a trial,” Myra began. “It is a clarification.” “Of what?” I asked. “Of boundaries,” Halvern said sharply. “And consequences.” “I am listening.” Myra folded her hands. “Your words at Thorncrest disrupted a fragile balance.” “The balance was already broken,” I said. “I only named the fracture.” A murmur rippled through the chamber. Myra did not look pleased. “You assume authority that is not yours,” she said.

"Doesn't that basically mean I'm as good as dead?" [Correct.] Another blue screen opened beside the first. [Beginner mission: survive seven days.] [Reward: storage space, ten halo points.] [Penalty: none.] Seraphina stared, saying nothing for a long moment. What's a halo point? she wondered. [Halo points can be exchanged for nearly anything you need: food, water, crystals, shelter. Whatever you require.] "So with halo points, I could get what I need without suffering for it?" She caught herself, shaking her head. "No. I survived without you before, and there's no reason I need you this time either. I did it once. I can do it again. I just won't make the same mistakes twice."

“And one broken title.” The torch hissed. No one spoke for a second. Then Wren did. “Say all of it.” Ronan touched each cut so there could be no pretty version. “Seal requires two living Ironback lines and one broken title.” Briar’s hand fell from the wall. The broken title sat in her chest like a used-up bruise. She knew what she was. The last lid, cracked on purpose in the bowl so the thing could not wear a clean name.

Her grip on Melanie’s left hand tightened even more, until the sound of something snapping could be heard. Melanie’s friends were immediately shocked by the sight. They never expected that the girl they’d bullied earlier that day—simply because she’d been approached by Albert, Melanie’s boyfriend—could break Melanie’s wrist so easily. It was a stark contrast to the girl’s reaction earlier that day, when she’d only been able to tremble in fear and cry.

In his time as a True Crime writer, Byron had interviewed many people, many of them disturbed or troubled in some way. In these interviews, he would often run up against what he called The Breakdown, to the point where, due to the pressures of telling him their story a person would hit an unknown well of feelings and just… shut down, usually in a maelstrom of tears. They always recovered but it was at a point that Byron always hated, even dreaded.

In my case, I say the first fool is a fool, the second fool is dumb and the third fool is stupid. In my case, I have been a fool and and a dumb person but I am not going to be stupid anytime soon. Halley used to be someone I trusted with my body and soul. I could have laid down my life for her with no hesitations at that time. She broke me for the first time and still thought I did not deserve happiness and so went ahead to break me twice and now, she thinks she can just badge into my room and claim the position of my best friend and expect me to be all lovey-dovey with her?

It sets you free. She prayed she and Beau and her siblings and friends stayed happy and loving in their relationships. They had been through a lot together. They broke each other yes, but they fixed those cracks with gold and it was beautiful. There was wonder in destructionand they had each other to get through the rubble of brokenness. *BREAKING YOU* *ThE end*

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean..." "Why? You're asking me why?" Zeenah cut her off harshly too, as she cuddled the baby more to her bosom. "It's because I'm tainted; a piece of used baggage that has no value left. It's because I'm broken beyond repair and I don't think I deserve to be happy, ever..." "Enough! Please!" Samira winced at the pain in her stomach, but she quickly masked it off. "Why do you keep wishing for the worst thing ever?"

Dakota What do they say about shattered hopes? They leave behind broken dreams, a heaviness in the heart that lingers like a haunting shadow. Then from the fragments, one can rebuild a stronger and more resilient spirit. All of it was a bunch of crap. I felt empty, useless, and without any hope. All that was left was to crawl into a hole. Axton broke me. Did I blame him? Not one bit. The poor man was innocent. He gave my life meaning and made me laugh and live again.

At one point, I was in awe of my own wolf but the second, I could not imagine the amount of pain he would suffer if anything would go wrong. My hands were now on the mattress, inches away from her sleek fingers. I internally practised being soft because she seemed breakable even if I held her hand with my usual strength, I would still hurt her. "Just, fucking hold it, Adriel. She won't bite!" Zion shouted in my head, enough short on patience.