Crackling Shards Novels & Stories

The energy surged in response. The ground shook more noticeably this time, a deeper tremor rolling through the hall as a sharp crack echoed from one of the crystals along the wall, a thin fracture splitting across its surface as the light within it flared brighter. The air around me seemed to tighten, charged with something unseen, something dangerous.

Duncan and Oscar managed to stay on their feet, but they were forced to shield their faces from the blinding light. The black energy began to swirl around little Zach like a miniature tornado, but the boy didn't look hurt. He stood perfectly calm in the center of the storm, his silver eyes glowing with a cosmic, infinite power. Suddenly, a loud, horrific CRACK echoed through the courtyard. The ancient Shard of Destiny—a relic that had survived five hundred years of pack history and handled the blood of dozens of supreme kings—began to split down the center. Deep, glowing silver fractures raced across its surface.

Every mountain, every drop of blood, every shard of Moonstone. If they found the exact pitch that matched the quartz lattice of my body, the dome wouldn't just break. I would shatter. Every loop of copper wire, every vein of gold static would explode outward as I turned into a cloud of dust. Ga-chi. Ga-chi. The sound of my own joints grinding against the sonic wave was deafening. My left arm, the solid bone-white wing of quartz, began to vibrate with a violent, high-frequency shudder. Then, the first leak started.

“She’s right. The molten dragon’s presence stabilized the path, but the rift itself is only one fragment. The Moonfire spreads, and its shards extend beyond this mountain. If we do not contain them, they could tear the Veil apart entirely.” Luna’s hands glowed faintly as she absorbed the warning. “Then we proceed carefully. Eyes sharp, hearts steady. We’ve survived the first trial—but the Moonfire Rising has many stages yet to reveal.” Shards and Shadows As they moved deeper into the basin, molten shards began protruding from the cracked earth, each shard radiating unstable energy. Some pulses were minor, like tremors, but others were violent enough to throw rocks and sand into the air. Torr

"We've created a Crystallization of Truth. These aren't just rocks. They're anchors. As long as these exist, the universe can never 'Format' us again. The noise has become solid." Above them, the "Living Earth" was going through a massive structural change. The "Memory-Crystals" began to sink into the floor of the Vaults, merging with the acoustic quartz pillars and the neural-crust of the planet. Across the globe, similar shards started to rain from the sky, falling like black diamonds onto the forests of Aethel-Luna and the ruins of the Old World.

This moon was an egg about to hatch, giving birth to the Thunder God's progeny, which would inhabit Cassian's labyrinth. The sound, resembling the cracking of an eggshell, grew louder. The moon above me slowly seemed to split in two. The cracks continued to spread, and the moon appeared increasingly damaged. Moon fragments began to fall like dust, touching the ground as if it were raining. The suspended animation of the Earth made the sound of the moon fragments falling seem particularly dramatic. If there were wind, my body would have been shattered by the countless moon shards thrown into the air. /CRACK!/ Finally, what we had been waiting for arrived. The crimson moon had completely split

The fucking wolf inside me was clawing its way to the surface, demanding, feral. I tightened my fist until the plastic gave way with a harsh crunch. The pills cracked inside, brittle shells shattering under the pressure. My claws had already pushed through, and the sharp tips bit into my own skin as I dropped the warped jar onto the floor with a clatter. It rolled away, forgotten.

~ Liana ~ The first thing that hit me was pain. A sharp, throbbing ache pulsed in my skull, each beat feeling heavier than the last, like drums echoing right next to my ears. My throat was dry, and every muscle in my body ached as if I had been twisted and left out in the sun to dry. I groaned, slowly forcing my eyes open. The ceiling above me was unfamiliar—plain, cream-colored, with a faint crack running along one corner. This was definitely not my room. And it wasn’t Ethan’s either.

The room trembled, and fragments of Cade shrieked in terror. Maeve gritted her teeth, holding the shard with both hands. “No,” she whispered. “I will not let you win.” She slammed the shard into the ground. A golden explosion erupted, cutting through shadows, light colliding with darkness. The fusion staggered, fragments of Cade clinging to reality, stabilizing slightly. But the chamber continued to collapse. Mirrors shattered, corridors bent into impossible angles, and a low, rumbling growl reverberated through the floor.

I whispered to myself, letting out small puffs of flustered breaths slowly. I'm so fucked, we are literally neighbours. We are fucking neighbours now!