Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

"Music has a way of transcending boundaries. It will be our voice." Draken, the guardian protector, stood resolute. "Our mission is to protect and unite the realms. We'll face whatever challenges await." Lysandra, her determination unwavering, said, "Let's go, for the realms and for each other. Our destiny is waiting." As they stepped through the shimmering portal, they left behind the Whispering Grove and entered a new realm, their fates intertwined, their mission clear. The fractured realms awaited their touch, their unity, and their resolve to bring about a new era of balance and harmony.

“She is me. I am her. There is no Liora without Dominion now.” The fissure widened, swallowing more of the cavern, more of reality itself. In its depths, armies stirred, shadows of soldiers from Dominion’s world clawing at the barrier, while mortals screamed on the other side, powerless as their world fractured. And then it happened. The two realms didn’t just overlap. They fused. A city street ripped into existence in the cavern, cutting through molten rock. Shadows crawled up skyscrapers that jutted from underground stone. Demons from Dominion’s realm poured into mortal avenues, while terrified citizens stumbled into volcanic caverns that shouldn’t exist.

The rift had grown impossibly wide, a jagged tear in the Void where multiple realities collided and overlapped. The fragments of shattered worlds spun chaotically, colliding and folding as though the universe itself were convulsing in pain. Shadows deeper than night stretched across the fractured landscape, writhing like living smoke, probing for weakness.

The impact blasted Shane's mind to pieces. "For a piece of trash everyone's slept with like you, I actually… actually destroyed my own child! I ruined Lily… I ruined my entire family!" The madness in Shane's eyes frightened Fleur so badly that she wet herself. She turned to run, but he grabbed her by the collar. The force nearly choked her. He seemed to care about nothing anymore. Dragging her down the hallway, he stumbled forward, refusing to let go no matter how she screamed, kicked, or struggled.

Her opalescent scales shimmered in the moonlight as she glared up at me. 'I am only a hatchling in this realm. My soul has been around for a very long time, taking the form of one familiar or another, but you are the first to be worthy of my true form.' Her true form? The egg shifted once more, and more of the shell cracked and fell apart until there stood a tiny dragon. She spread her wings, flicking her spiked tail back and forth at the remaining shell before once more looking up at me. She was beautiful. Covered entirely in shimmering opalescent scales, small horns pointed backward off her head as she raised it back up to look up at me, causing the spines running the length of her back to

I choked on a sob. “And now everything is ruined.” He looked at me with eyes that seemed to break under the weight of the truth. “No,” he said softly. “No, Althea. Nothing is ruined. Just… different.” But that wasn’t true. Everything was ruined. Everything. My marriage. My trust. My sanity. My sense of reality. My soul. And worst of all The look in Darius’s eyes told me the truth had broken him too. And the most terrifying part? Even through the devastation

BLACK THE ORIGIN PROLOGUE The world was divided into two realms, same space but different dimensions. The Magic and the Mortal Realm. The dominant world of immortals is led by "God" Prominent to provide peace and coexist with the mortals. The descendants of Heaven, as the immortal's reign peacefully for thousands of years.

For a few fleeting days, the world stilled around Killian Blackwood and Isla Carter. They settled into a rhythm that was fragile but real — a rhythm built of whispered vows and lingering touches, of cautious smiles and hands brushing accidentally-on-purpose. It wasn't ideal. There were still shadows, still wounds not quite scarred over. But it was real. It was theirs. And that was enough. Until Marcus came back. This time, he did not come quietly. This time, he came to destroy.

She continued, "Elders were like Gods. They were immortal and had the power they needed to oversee the balance of nature and peace. They saw the destruction and they cast a spell to create realms to divide and maintain peace and order." "Twelve realms." She held out her fist and stook out her fingers, one at a time, to enumerate the twelve realms while she recited them all from memory. "The Realm of the Dead and the Forgotten, The Realm of Dreamers, The Realm of Evil Spirits, The Realm of Immortality, The Realm of Wisdom, The Realm of Power, The Realm of Time, The Realm of Curses, The Realm of Cures, The Realm of Memories, The Realm of Humans,

said Rolho. “Tya Min Leng had most of her powers taken when she encountered someone of your kind,” explained Retta. “She lost her power to maintain her youth and so decided to keep this realm isolated from the outside world.” “By containing her powers within Rokuhari, she was able to slow down the ravages of time on her body, but in doing so, she also trapped everyone of us within this realm,” added Rolho. “But the children? Does it mean that you are all more than a hundred years old?” asked Wen.