We Can Be Mended: A Divergent Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

An injury Third Person POV "We have to do something to get her back! We don't know where she is! We don't fucking know if she was alive or not! We are the ones who fucked up everything. Not even you, I am the one who fucked up everything and I'm really sorry and I should say that to her. We have to find her. I don't know how we managed without her for those many years, but I couldn't stay like that for another minute. I will search every corner of the world to find her. I'm really sorry for fucking it up for every one. I'm sorry." Sebastian muttered, his voice clearly audible in the silent room where the siblings sat trying to think of a place where their sister would be there.

I muttered. Then it dawned on me—last month, when I went feral, Evander had said something about how I had regained myself even before the full moon came down. I had not believed him—I should not have believed him—but with Alora’s words, maybe… just maybe, he had been right. I mindlinked him, summoning him to come immediately. “I will be right there, Alpha,” he mindlinked back. But then, if Mara and I were truly meant to heal each other, why was I having dreams about some mate who was in danger?

Perhaps, after decades, a kernel of remorse had sprouted, but I ended the call before they could rally. Levi slid behind me, wrapping an arm around my waist. His chin rested on my shoulder as he mumbled, "Did I stick my nose where it didn't belong? I figured mending fences with your folks would let you walk down the aisle without baggage. So, I visited them." Without his nudge, they'd have remained oblivious to their inflicted scars, but apologies couldn't mend what was shattered. I spun into his arms. He'd likely been rattled by my nightmare revelations.

The orb responded, its light bursting until it lit up the room with a dazzling glow. With a final surge of strength, the Heart dispatched a wave of energy that filled the vacant space, closing it up and pushing out the darkness. As the light died, the room was quiet. Liora had vanished, and Diva was lying unconscious on the floor. Derek scooped her up in his arms. "Diva, wake up." Her eyes opened and she smiled faintly. "We did it." Eamon placed a hand on her shoulder. "Yes, but the fight is not over. The world has yet to be rebuilt, and there are people who will seek to profit off its ruin."

“Then let’s ruin each other properly.” The sun began to set behind the skyline outside. Shadows painted the walls of her office in golds and blood-reds. And in that fading light, Evangeline held onto him like a prayer finally answered. They were two broken creatures, made whole by something that didn’t ask permission, only demanded devotion. They had survived everything the world threw at them. Now, they would survive together. _Thank you dear readers for reading. A sequel might come soon or not... about Kaia And Draven_

The light grew brighter, pushing back the mist and illuminating the valley. “Almost there!” Crane shouted, adjusting one of the anchors as its glow began to falter. “Just a little more!” Vivienne’s dagger flashed as she turned, her sharp eyes scanning the shadows. “We’re clear for now. Just finish it!” Emma pushed harder, her focus narrowing as the fracture’s chaotic energy began to collapse inward. The threads of reality came together, their tension easing as the balance was restored. With a final surge of light, the fracture sealed itself, leaving the valley still and quiet.

The wounds were deep, but the promise of a brighter future kept them moving forward. Aurora and Damien had moved far away from the ruins of the past, creating a home that was filled with laughter and love. Their bond, once forged in the fire of their shared struggles, had only grown stronger with time. It was a new chapter for both of them—a chapter that held more than just the promise of survival. It was a promise of happiness, of a life free from the shadows of those who had tried to control them.

“If anyone can help us, it’s her.” They packed their bags, gathered their research, and set off on a journey to the mountains, determined to find a way to reverse the soul swap and to restore their lives to normal. The Gemini Heart had revealed its secrets, and now it was up to them to unlock its power and to mend the broken bonds that had led to this extraordinary predicament. The road ahead would be long and perilous, but they were ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, united by their friendship, their determination, and their unwavering hope for a brighter future. The legacy of the Gemini Heart, once a source of confusion and despair, had become a beacon of hope, guiding them on a

Jonathan was so disappointed in him that he refused to see him before his death. Yes, despite going to the best hospitals, seeing the best doctors, and using the best medications, Jonathan's life had only been extended by three months. When Conrad saw me sitting across from him, his eyes lit up. He reached out through the glass, trying to touch my hand. The cold barrier separated us. "Shirley, you still can't forgive me." I couldn't help but laugh. "Shirley, it's been so hard, but we've both been reborn. This is a chance the heavens have given us to start over..."

replaced by silence, punctuated only by the occasional murmur of discontent. I wandered through the empty spaces, memories flooding my mind, moments of joy, unity, and love that now felt like distant dreams.The river flowed steadily, a reminder that life continued even as we faltered. I often found solace there, watching the water dance over stones, reflecting the light of the sun. But even the river seemed to mourn our loss, its gentle ripples carrying an air of sadness.One evening, as I sat on the riverbank, Kayden approached me, his expression somber. “We need to talk,” he said, his voice low.I nodded, feeling a mix of apprehension and hope. “About what?”“About how we move forward,” he r