Torn From Her Arms Novels & Stories

A mirror that only reflected who she was on the outside, not what she carried within. She dipped her hand in the water. Suddenly A scream. Her own. Falling. The wind roared. The sound of laughter is cruel, not joyous. She stumbled back, at her knees buckled. Arden, nearby, rushed to her aid. “What is it?” he asked, helping her sit. She gripped his arm. “They tried to kill me.” Arden went still. “What did you say?” “I was pushed,” she said breathlessly. “Off a cliff. There were… people. A woman. A man. They were laughing.”

Her voice echoed off the stone walls, skimmed the ceiling, and somewhere, a candle trembled. Kael's hand moved roughly. He wasn't looking for buttons or ties—his fingers grabbed the hem of her top and tore it apart in one single pull. The fabric gave with a harsh rip, slid from her shoulders, tearing at the base of her wings, and fell to the floor like an unnecessary barrier that would never be needed again. Her torso was bare now, her skin glowing like marble, still dusted in silver, as if she were born of another realm. Kael's eyes darkened.

The thought gave her no comfort. She was ripped from her scrutiny when he all of a sudden swept her off her feet. Before she could know anything, he had hoisted her in his arms. She froze for a moment before realization hit her like a bucket of cold water. She started thrashing in his arms. "Let go.. I said leave," she shrieked, horrified, flailing like a fish in his strong arms. The barbarian gave her no response and continued to march ahead with her in his arms.

But tonight, one sleeve slipped. When I reached for her arm, she tried to pull back. Too slow. I caught it. A scar. A nasty one. Burned skin, wrapped like melted plastic,, down to her fingers. Fire. Her whole arm had been through hell. “What happened?” I asked softly, but firm. She froze. “An accident,” she said too fast. “Long ago.” Then she slipped away before I could press more. I stood there staring, chest tight. My gut twisted. Something’s off.

"It was either her or me. She made her choice." With that, she limped away, her dislocated arm hanging at her side, leaving behind a scene of chaos and confusion. As I watched her retreat, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something far more ominous. |ASTRAEA| As I sat in the forest, away from the prying eyes of those who sought to harm me, tears streamed down my cheeks. The pain in my body was excruciating, and with a sharp cry, I slammed my dislocated shoulder into the ground, feeling the sickening snap as it popped back into place. The agony was unbearable, and I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from my lips, echoing through the silent woods.

It was a luxury she couldn't afford. A new, brutal plan formed in her mind. Gritting her teeth, she took a deep breath and violently yanked her right arm, twisting it sharply against the ropes. The pain was immediate and searing. She bit back a cry, her jaw clenching so hard she thought her teeth would crack, and tears stung her eyes. But the bone-deep agony also brought a sickening sense of relief. Her wrist was dislocated.

She climbed onto his back. I couldn't breathe. She wasn't fighting to win. She was fighting to kill. Each blow deliberate. Cruel. Her face a mask. He grabbed her by the throat— —and she snapped his wrist like a stick. The crowd cheered wildly. But all I could hear was the thudding crash in my head. That's my friend. And I barely recognize her. She walked away from the field, not even taking a look over her shoulder. Not at the body she left on the ground. Not at the King. Not at me.

I said, pulling her arms, she jerks her arms away. “ Let me go, blaze” she said, her voice wasn’t like the way it usually sounded, I could tell she was crying as well, “ please, I am sorry, I thought you were in danger” I said, pulling her hands again, she was reluctant but still pulls her arms.

It was unusually beautiful that she thought what was meant to call her up from sleep early might be the cause of her waking up late in the morning, because, definitely, she could stay up all night watching it. Five minutes later, she saw a large, spinning whorl gradually emerging from beneath. Then she watched the planets spiralling into it. The whorl grew larger and larger as it swallowed the planets. She suddenly began feeling drowsy while she watched the drama, yawning and trying to keep her eyes wide. When the star spiralled into the whorl at last, Frances's eyes began to deem unrestrained. The whorl gradually began a disappearance, and her eyes got ever heavier. She finally fell into de

The burn in her arms was returning with a vengeance. All of a sudden in bore down on her and her arms gave way under the sudden force. There was only enough time for a gasp before the sickening crunch as its teeth clamped down on her.