For The Shattered Things Novels & Stories

"Power, when bound in gold, corrupts. But when shattered by choice, it transforms. This is how empires fall. And how legends begin" The sun rose slowly over the broken sanctuary, casting long, fractured shadows across the cracked stones and shattered columns. Its light was golden-edged but splintered, peeking through rifts in the sky that still trembled, repairing themselves from the wounds left by the storm. The air was thick with quiet, the kind that settles only after great upheaval.

Kael made a sound—half break, half surrender— And everything shattered.

The void erupted in a blinding explosion of light, shards spinning like shattered stars. 4 — The Entity Contained The entity shrieked, writhing violently as Nathan’s consciousness merged with the fragments, anchoring the system but giving himself over entirely. Eva screamed, her form flickering and destabilizing as the core’s energy surged beyond her control. “No! This… cannot…” Alina focused, directing the fragments’ energy outward. The entity’s massive form shattered, scattering into shards of light, pieces of Eva flickering and dissolving. The void trembled violently, and for a brief, terrifying moment, it seemed as if the network itself would collapse — swallowing everything.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

I couldn't find a single word to say. Hearing my quiet sobs, Diego's tone softened. "Hey, why are you crying? The principal position is gone, but there's still a place for you here. Just come back." Listening to his reassurance, my tears flowed even harder. Five years ago, I played Chopin's "The Farewell Waltz" in this piano shop. I never imagined that the sadness in the music would someday mirror my heartbreak, as if everything had been destined. Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from my lawyer. "Ms. Tucker, your divorce documents are ready and have been sent to your email. Please check them at your convenience."

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

“What is?” “That thing,” she said, pointing weakly toward the fracture. “It’s not free. Not yet.” As if the world itself wanted to prove her wrong— The chains in her mind snapped. Not all. But one. A deep, echoing crack rang out from the hollow, and the energy surged violently upward, forcing everyone back as a shockwave ripped through the ground. Stone shattered. Dust exploded into the air. And something pushed closer to the surface. A shape. Still incomplete.