World Breaker Novels & Stories

Brandon Kim’s last statement, but he kept a straight face, acting as if he wasn’t interested. “Remember this, Skylar. Your bond cannot be broken at will. You and your partner are permanently bound. The only way to break that bond is through death. This is clearly different from the typical concept of an Alpha and Omega fated pair because you are not an Alpha. Anyway, I’m done talking to you. I have to get back to work. Rest now." Dr. Brandon Kim walked out of Skylar’s room, shaking his head. Just before he disappeared behind the door, Skylar faintly heard him mutter.

That knowledge haunted my sleep like a bad dream. "They are looking," Eira went on. Her voice got stronger with each word. "For an object. Something called the Moon-breaker Stone. The witches working with Kael believe it can break the wards of any pack." Lydia took a sharp breath. "I had heard of that. Old blood magic. If they find it before we finish the Full Moon Ward..." I finished for her. The words tasted like ash. "We will be naked before their blades."

“I’ll be over to see you later. We can discuss it then.” Sapphire ended the call, returned to her wheelchair, and wheeled herself back into the living room to continue her charade. Her jaw tightened as she made a vow to herself. “I won’t let her win. I’ll bring him back and remind him that he’s mine.” No. He’d come back on his own—he always does—but he needed to be reminded not to underestimate her. Her mind buzzed with schemes, but none felt solid enough. Her frustration boiled over, and she grabbed the wine glass, flinging it onto the ground, where it shattered with a deafening crash, startling the workers.

Outside the window, the collapse of the world intensified. Skyscrapers fell one after another. The ground split open with massive cracks, where rivers of molten lava gushed out, staining half the sky a burning red. The wind howled violently. Rain poured down in sheets. Hailstones crashed against everything in sight. The entire world was shaking and falling apart. The cries of people grew fainter and fainter until they eventually disappeared completely. Those who had slandered me, those who had hurt me, and those who had once mocked me had all turned to dust in this disaster.

Despite the pain, I crawled into the elevator. The group chasing me nearly caught up, but the doors slid shut just before their hands could reach me. Sweat soaked through my shirt as pain surged through my body, clinging tightly to my skin. Watching the floor numbers climb, I finally let out a breath of relief. The pain in my legs was giving way to a sense of numbness, and I knew time was running out. The disembodied voice announced, "11th Floor, Donation Department."

Then, with a cry of pure pain and love, I slammed the blade into the box. CRACK! The sound was like a mountain breaking in half. A massive shockwave of white light exploded from the box. It didn't burn; it felt like a cold wind blowing through my soul. I felt my red wings dissolve into mist. I felt the heat in my blood vanish. The silver scar on my chest turned into a regular, pale mark. The Star-Breaker shattered into a thousand pieces of dull lead. On the glass screen, the gray dot of my home world suddenly flared back to a bright, healthy green. The harvest had stopped. The people were safe.

Turning on my heel, I went back inside and pulled the curtains close. My phone buzzed with a notification from Taylor. “You should see her. She’s at breaking point.” I texted back, “What about you? Why aren’t you with her?” Taylor didn’t respond. That afternoon, the bank handling Ivy’s student aid called me. “Ms. Bell’s loan is overdue. We can’t reach her. You’re listed as her emergency contact. Do you know where she is?” I replied, “I don’t. I no longer have any association with her.”

Luna turned four in the midst of increasing chaos. Reality cracks now occurred daily across all alliance territories. Kade's early warning system helped minimize casualties, but they couldn't prevent the psychological toll of watching the world literally tear apart. "Happy birthday, baby," Aria said, helping Luna into a new dress. Blue, not grey. Never grey. "Is the world going to break on my birthday?" Luna asked matter-of-factly. She'd become accustomed to the cracks, treated them like weather patterns.

11:59 p.m. "Happy 10th anniversary, my girlfriend!" With Blake West's handsome face before me and our friends watching expectantly, I closed my eyes and made a wish over the candles. 12:00 a.m. Blake immediately reached over and carefully removed the tiara tangled in my hair without pulling a single strand. His charming eyes curved into a teasing smile. "Happy breakup, ex-girlfriend." The private room erupted in cheers. "It's that time of year again! Congrats, Blake. You're a free man!" "Bets are open! If you think they'll get back together, place your bets with me. If you think they won't, go see Brooks!" Amid the flashing lights and pounding music, I remained quietly in my seat as

If not, I want to die rather than put her through the agony of raising children in our living hell. The day finally arrives. The last computer has gone down. Central Control itself is barely functional, running off of backup solar panels. Working together, the ten manage to separate out some of the world's major functions, like gravity and atmosphere- no one on the outside has any idea what our "world" really is- but that's it. Planetary rotation failed long ago, and they can't restore it. They can't get the water system to work with anything resembling reliability. Control has just one water pump and filter, one that needs repair every other day, but it's just a matter of time before it fai