The Broken Halo Novels & Stories

Hello Lovelies. From here the part two of this book SHATTERED YET STRONG will begin. It is the story of Gabriel and Louis. It will have the characters of book 1, BROKEN BUT BEAUTIFUL continues but they won't be focused much till the middle of the book. Also, this book mentions the triggers of rape, assault and heartbreak. I would suggest if it isn't your cup of tea, you may leave it here. Tabby Chapter 1. Letting the Pain out...

he corrects. Then he steps backward into the shadows, and simply… fades. Just stepping sideways out of reality like he was never fully anchored in it to begin with. I stand alone in the corridor, heart racing, skin prickling. Violet exhales slowly inside me. ‘He is broken,’ she murmurs. ‘But not your enemy.’ “No,” I whisper. “He’s a warning.” Nyxara’s illusions are breaking. Her masks are slipping, and even the things she shattered are beginning to see the truth.

The speedometer pushed past eighty, and the scenery outside blurred into streaks. I stared at the bleeding bead of wood, my whole body cold. Before my grandmother died, her withered fingers had gripped my wrist as she rasped, "Maya, this rosary keeps the harm away. A broken bead is a warning. If one ever cracks off, no matter what you're doing, don't look back. Run as far as you can." I had always thought it was just mountain superstition.

There’s no point in arguing because, as annoying as it is, I love Mikhail too, and I’d worry if something were to happen to him. Almost as soon as I disconnect the call, Azazel’s text appears. “What’s a Halo?” Jules asks. I reply distractedly as I read the text. “A Halo is a vampire coven. Unlike humans, vampires have a social hierarchy. The Halo provides vampires shelter, blood, and opportunities to earn money. It also makes them feel protected. My brother, Tristan, is the master of the Halo I work for.” “Your brother?” She quirks a questioning brow. “I thought you only had three brothers, Mikhail, Kell, and Carrick.”

Now the tale has been told, find the seven broken parts of the halo and make…. "-them"- -merge." The Moment said his last words before vanishing and plunging the scene in total darkness. Light fades...

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

This is the last clear blue I’ll ever see, what’s to come is only darkness. The photo of me and Mariah sitting on the nightstand caught my attention. For many years, I was happily married. Until the day I found out about the spell she put me under. After my wife died, I was left alone and lonely. I met Mariah at a function one event, and she offered me a drink. From that day onward, I was head -over heels for her. Until the day the spell broke, and I saw her for her true self. Her ugly true self. And to protect Alonso and Annabella, I kept her by my side. But that too has come to an end.

Her power could suppress thousands of ghosts, sweeping across hell, and she was the girl's nemesis with the neat fringe that could communicate with the netherworld. The remaining six Ninth Sacred Sect's disciples were immediately pushed back by Solana. Solana's entire attack happened in the blink of an eye. Next, she grabbed onto the black halo wrapping around Caspian's chest and pulled it forcefully. Crack! The sound of glass breaking sounded, and the black halo quickly shattered, exploded, and scattered in the air. Caspian and Solana had great chemistry. As soon as the black halo was broken, Caspian's blood rushed to his fingertip, and he turned around to face the strange whirlwind behind

then the barman ended everything by calling security on him. "hey... I..." "don't sweat it. keep the change." I interrupted him, dropping his money on the counter and left. ***** "Why!... I hate you." That was all I could yell throwing anything my hand could reach and breaking whatever was breakable close to me. I have never in my life felt such public humiliation, never felt rejection, never felt so broken before. I had no one to turn to or confide in. For weeks I drowned myself in alcohol, drugs and anything I wouldn't originally buy with my money. That was where I found consolence. I wouldn't pick any incoming calls, nor let anyone in on my life.

But he still moved. Still breathed. The crowned man staggered back. And Aria rose again, voice thunderous now. “I speak your namen**Vaelor**.” And the man shattered. Like glass under divine fire, his body cracked, splintered, and then dissolved into a million flecks of darkness, each one hissing as it burned away. The Hollow Circle was gone. The sigil in Aria’s palm faded. And the silence that followed was no longer threatening. It was peace. But it didn’t last. Because Kael wasn’t moving.