Unbreakable Bubbles Novels & Stories

Above them, the sky stretched wide and endless. And somewhere deep beneath it all— The bond pulsed. Unbreakable. Unchosen. Unstoppable. 🩸

Something permanent. And nothing. Nothing will ever break us apart.

She stands between Nyxara and me, her tiny body trembling, emitting a low, steady hiss. Nyxara notices her a moment too late. “Oh, little sister,” she sneers. “Come to watch the end of your beloved?” Bubbles bares her teeth. Something ancient pulses in the air, and Nyxara flinches. Just for a second, but it’s enough. She’s afraid of Bubbles. Afraid of what she represents. Afraid of the part of herself she tried to rip away. I drag myself upright. “You’re breaking,” I say. “And you know it.”

two more men step forward and the three of them strike my bubble. The shield fractures with a sound like thunder in my skull, jagged lightning bolts of magic splitting across its surface. “REINFORCE IT!” Sebastian roars, desperation edging his voice. My arms shake violently as I pour everything I have into the barrier, sweat dripping into my eyes, blood vessels bursting in my fingertips. The sun’s weakening rays mock me—without the full moon’s power, I’m running on fumes. “I am,” I mind-link, teeth clenched so hard my jaw aches, refusing to let Teddy see me crumble. Any sign of weakness would only make the smug smile grow on his stupid face. The bubble convulses, more fissures spider webbing

She said "the Disputed who did not want to hurt the Architects, who were sad about what they did they made these places all over the universe and waited for the right time to act" The room opened up into a library with walls lined with sparkly things that held a lot of information. There were screens that turned on when they went in making the room look blue. Mira said "this is the Unbroken". She waved her hand. The screens showed pictures and papers and charts. She said "the Unbroken is not one group, it is a network, a way of thinking that has changed and grown over thousands of years". The truth was more complicated than they thought.

No time like the present, or some shit like that. I walked to the table and grabbed my wireless, loud, ear buds and put non-stop dubstep on my phone. I walked to the middle of the circle andeveryone else went to their corresponding spots. As everyone settles, V holds her arms out, everybody started to copy. With everyone's fingers about six inches apart, V started talking, "these are protective rings. The protection is for Mom and everyone else, including that beautiful baby in the basinet, in my room in dreamland. How mom taught me to make my protection bubble is to think of an unbreakable bubble and make it bigger and bigger. This bubble is your bubble, it can be made of what you want, and

“And this one is so vibrant and lively. It’s perfect for the exhibition.” I felt a wave of relief. “I’m so glad you both like them. I was a bit anxious about how they’d turn out.” They continued to check out the last bottle, Unbreakable. A smile broke out on their lips as they sprayed it on their wrists. Emma smiled widely at me. “Honestly, I don’t think there’s any need for adjustments. They’re spot on. But if I could suggest something?” “Sure, what do you have in mind?” I asked, intrigued.

--- It would be silent. --- And unstoppable.

I flushed and I didn't know what had overcome me but my tongue was tired of being bitten back, "I will not do anything-" He cut me off with a low chuckle, "What a wild imagination you have, Heron," and it was only then that he drew the object from his pocket. I forgot how to breathe. "What-" "Heron Ellis, if you cannot pay me today, you must pay me in another way," his devilish grin cut across his face, dangerous, everything about him was dangerous. And the parts that weren't dangerous, were uncontained, broken from any mold anyone could ever press him into.

Zachary sent Noah the login details and gave him a quick tutorial before stepping back to let him handle everything. Excited and curious about live streaming, Noah quickly borrowed Xavier's laptop and logged into the platform. The camera focused on his face, but none of the viewers realized that the person on screen had changed. "Zac! Mwah, I missed you so much! Here's a Nimbus Arrow!" "Zac, can you teach me how to sing? I'm about to turn four. My mom taught me how to type." Gifts and comments flooded the screen. Noah soon caught on to what was happening. He cleared his throat. "Everyone, please don't send gifts. Let's be mindful of our spending, alright?"