Crackling Shards Novels & Stories

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers. Thank you everyone for your support. We hope everyone is safe.

His strength slammed into me like a heartbeat made of fire. I threw my head back and screamed. Not a word, not a plea, just a scream that ripped every last bit of fear out of me. My voice clashed with Fenric’s howl, the two of us one storm, shaking the false world until it splintered. “Grrrrrrr!!!” The illusion quaked. Shards of false light peeled away, dropping like glass hitting stone. The faces of Ash, Ronan, Miles fractured, splintering into a thousand tiny reflections before bursting apart completely.

The whispers grew louder, overlapping, a cacophony that made her bones ache. Eryx rushed forward, chanting quickly, his sigil stones glowing a harsh orange as he tried to stabilize the rift. His voice was tight with strain. “They’re reflections—fragments of what she could become! I can’t hold them all!” Kael’s blade swept through one shard, shattering the crowned version of Mia into sparks. But within seconds, the image reformed again, stronger, her silver eyes burning hotter. “It’s useless,” Kael snarled, his arm trembling as he held his sword ready. “They keep coming back!”

Her eyes roamed around and fell on her dressing mirror. The mirror that she would always spend a lot of time in the morning in front of, trying to fix her hair, her lipstick shade, and all of her makeup. The mirror stand was all pink as well with pink drawers and white taping at the edges. Her room could just serve as a display of pink in its beauty. She walked to her mirror stand and cleared away all the cosmetics on it in anger. All the cosmetics slithered away to the floor at once, making a loud chattering noise.

CRACK. The three-inch-thick solid oak table shattered down the center, its heavy legs buckling as the wood splintered into jagged fragments, collapsing onto the marble floor in a violent spray of debris. The heavy decanter of Scotch exploded, sending amber liquid and crystal shards cascading across the polished stone.

"Mr. Marchetti likes to be punctual. Do you have any questions?" About a thousand. I shook my head. When she left, I sat on the bed and looked at the bride looking back at me in the mirror on the opposite side of the room. She was dressed in a white wedding gown and had a gold ring on her left finger. She looked like a bride. She looked like a prisoner. I heard the sound afterwards. The metallic clink of locks is fascinating. Not on my door I glanced, and it opened without a hitch. But somewhere in the house, alarms were sounding. Gates closing. Alarms are being enabled.

Her legs were spread out, and an unknown guy was thrusting his manhood into her like it was the last time he’d ever have sex again. The class gasped. Their gazes fell on me to confirm before returning to the video that played on the board. My lips dropped. “What!” I shouted. The monstrous manhood made me moan. “Oh fuck! Harder!” I cried. “Kill me!” I yelled. And in the blink of an eye, the video vanished. Liana’s face turned pale. Her lips suddenly dried out and cracked. Chris jolted to his feet. “What the hell!” he yelled, his voice filled with pain and anger.

The pillar’s surface began to crack. Not shatter. Not yet. Hairline fractures spidered out from where my hand touched, racing up and down its length. Light leaked through them in thin, white‑hot streams. Around us, consoles blew in showers of sparks. Screens shattered one by one, their glass fronts exploding outward like they’d been hit from behind. Shards hung in the air for a second, then dissolved into code‑snow—tiny symbols burning as they fell.

*Crack—! A crystalline shattering sound ripped through the arena, cutting her shriek off at the throat. Under the stunned gaze of the entire pack, the dull grey surface of the Sacred Stone shattered into a spiderweb of a thousand fissures. From every crack poured a divine, dark-gold light, a tidal wave crashing through a dam. Not lamplight. Not fire. It was a sun that had been trapped in a stone prison for millennia, finally breaking free.

He gripped the crucible and began to violently, rhythmically shake it. The sheer kinetic friction was unimaginable. Inside the crucible, the forty-nine suspended splinters of the earth's core were forced to grind against each other. They shrieked, a deafening, high-pitched wail of tearing physics that shattered the glass windows in the upper observation decks. Sparks the size of anvils blew out of the crucible, raining down on the stone floor. "They're breaking down!" Elara yelled over the apocalyptic noise, shielding her eyes with her coat.