The Broken One Novels & Stories

“The Broken Ones.” “What are they?” Elara asked, though dread already told her the answer would be terrible. “Wolves who surrendered completely to old magic,” Maren said, her voice shaking. “Who let it consume them until nothing mortal remained. They should not exist anymore. They were all destroyed centuries ago.” “Apparently not,” Rowan said grimly. The Broken Ones did not slow. They did not assess. They simply attacked. Everything. The crimson-robed forces scattered, their formation breaking as the corrupted wolves tore through their ranks with mindless savagery. Screams filled the air. Blood sprayed across stone and earth.

"Only because you're not thinking properly. There's no such thing as an unbreakable curse, you're too narrow-minded to think of how it's possible. It's as clear as day." "Then the day must be quite dark. Because I have no idea!" I lost my temper, standing up as my hand scraped against the desk, cleaning everything but the monitor onto the floor as it fell with a loud crash, some things breaking, others flying away to a distance. But the messy action helped to calm me down at least a little while Cordelia patiently waited for me. "If the curse breaks. I will be as much on her hit list as you, so remember Malachi, the only one that can possibly be stood by your side right now, is me."

Somewhere between my second cup of coffee and his third whiskey, the distance between us disappeared. After a while, I leaned back, sighing. “You ever think maybe we’re all just… broken people who met at the wrong time?” Tomas chuckled. “That’s the most poetic shit I’ve heard in weeks.” “I’m serious.” “So am I,” he said. “But maybe that’s what makes it work. Broken recognizes broken.” That line stuck in my chest. He wasn’t wrong. I smiled, small but genuine. “You know what? For someone who works for a mob family, you’re not half bad.”

--- I remembered when I sing that song, I was totally broken. I felt so...numb, empty, shallow. And I wish my heart would be unbroken by now. Cause I am still BROKEN inside. Not in a romantic relationship, but I'm broken. Broken because of what people are doing with me. I said in that song, that they would never let me down cause I'm titanium. And I did that. Everyone who tried to messed up with me didn't succeed.

Colton was unpredictable, and I couldn't afford to test the limits of his patience. His fingers slid over my lips, gently pulling at the corners in an almost tender motion, though the look in his eyes told a different story. “You’re so fragile,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement. “So beautiful... and so broken. But that’s what makes you mine, isn’t it?” I couldn’t speak, couldn’t even find the strength to look him in the eye. I stayed silent, letting him have his moment, praying that somehow—somehow—I could endure this. I just had to survive.

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.

She would restore its brilliance. And she would never again mistake dependence for partnership. As she turned off the showroom lights and stepped into the night, the glass reflected not a broken woman — —but a forged one. And this time, the fire belonged to her.

"I'd volunteer. It would be my way of finally making amends for everything." "Kade, no." "Think about it. I broke the sacred bond. My rejection created the weakness the Void exploited. If anyone should pay the price to fix it, it's me." His tone was matter of fact, not dramatic. "I'm not being noble. I'm being practical." Before Aria could respond, Elena rushed in. "Luna, we have an emergency. The Void Walker, the one who woke up, he's having a seizure. And his eyes are turning white again."

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.

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.