Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

"What did I just kill?" "A guardian," she says. "One of many. The Convergence won't let us near the fracture without a fight." The sky tears open, revealing a maw of teeth and starlight. *"Speaking of..."* --- **The Fracture** The ship plunges into the maw, timbers screaming. We're spit into a realm of fractured mirrors, each shard reflecting a different end: Eden crowned in static, me devoured by roots, the other Kelly laughing atop a mountain of bones.

Pete walks in on them, however didn't drag the attention of anyone. "There are a total of 10 realms in our supernatural universe. Eregdrix, Raphael's realm, Marvava, Gefion's realm, the land of the gods, Earth, the bridge of life and death, Heaven, hell and the bridge of the fates. The thing is out of all these realms, Heaven and hell are not movable, they are rigid in their foundation. The realm which we considered Raphael's realm hasn't turned out to be a realm however if it does, it will be rigid as well. With these three realms cleared, we have Eregdrix, Marvava, Gefion's realm, Land of the new gods, Abaddon, bridge of life and death and finally earth."

Zarek steps up beside me, fingers dancing across a small console embedded in his bracer. “Watch this,” he says grimly. The map shifts, enlarges in front of us. The focus zooms in on a realm I don’t immediately recognize, it’s torn., scarred down the middle like someone’s dug a claw through reality itself. There are breaches, dozens of them, scattered like infection sites, raw rips in the veil. He toggles again, and we watch footage from each rift. Creatures swarming, riots in places where magic was outlawed centuries ago, lower fae pouring into realms they should never have access to. Enforcers disappearing mid-transit, their signal feeds going black one after the other.

The Aethel-Haven was no longer a paradise; it was a Fragmented-Reality (a dimension where the physical laws are breaking down). Where golden wheat had once swayed, there were now only rows of gray, vibrating voxels. The lavender sky had been replaced by a Void-Expanse, a cold, black ceiling pulsing with the rhythmic strobes of the Exterminator Dreadnoughts looming above the fractures. Then, the assault began.

"He's already started merging the realms, Carlos." Mariana's heart raced. "What do you mean, merging the realms?" Álvaro took a big breath. "Carlos has been working with the old relic for years. It wasn't just about power; it was about crossing the lines between worlds. The rift is what lets you open a door between this world and a long-lost realm where the strongest werewolves have been stuck for hundreds of years. Diego's jaw tightened. "Carlos plans to let loose a whole army of them."

The weeks that followed our trip to the warehouse felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. We moved through our days with a purpose, but each step brought us closer to something we couldn’t fully prepare for. Langford’s network was expanding, pulling us deeper into a world that was still full of ghosts and enemies. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore—it was about taking back control of our lives.

Even the powers that Rena had inherited were only powers that Phinalona Taroc had been born with. The Taroc siblings were very well known in all of the Seven Realms. King Gareth, their father had ruled over the Southern Elven Realm for nearly three millenia. While a good chunk of Gareth's long reign had been peace filled, after the queen's mysterious death fifty years prior had only left Gareth cold and ruthless. He chose to let his subjects suffer as he suffered, losing the woman he loved had forever changed his persona.

-END OF CHAPTER NINE- A shadowy figure watches from the horizon: “The Guardian thinks she’s won… but the real war begins tomorrow.”

Every pack sending distress calls reported the same – waves of creatures, targeting anyone with divine blood or bonds. "They're testing," Volkov said. "Seeing how much pressure the realms can take before—" The world cracked. Not metaphorically. An actual crack appeared in the air, spreading like fractured glass. Through it, I glimpsed other realms – the Flame Realm where everything burned eternal, the Winter Realm of Volkov's power, the Void where nothing and everything existed simultaneously. And in that Void, something massive turned its attention toward us. "Don't look at it!" Volkov commanded, but too late.

He was so skinny that he looked bony, his face was ghostly pale, and he was so frail that a gust of wind could knock him over. When I arrived, I saw a spark of life return to his eyes, like an old fire rekindled. Still, that tiny ember vanished the moment I spoke. "I used to want to marry you here more than anything." Saying it now, I didn't feel pain anymore. Maybe, when the end is near, your heart just gets lighter.