Fractured Realms Novelas e Histórias

Rose had been studying the photograph for six days. She did not look like her sister. She had thought, when Catalina had first told her about Aria four years ago, that twins were supposed to look alike. Hers did not. Aria had grown up with food. Aria had grown up safe. Aria had grown up loved. Aria had grown up. Rose had grown around obstacles. Different bone structure. Sharper angles. A face that had been hit too many times in too many foster homes by too many people who were supposed to be parents.

Miraculous artifacts, born from the rules of the Astral Realm, carried immense, often incomprehensible powers—Time White Feather, Chaos Stele, Elemental Furnace, Death Note—renowned across the realm. These artifacts possessed extraordinary structures and eternal durability, rendering them nearly indestructible. Fulgor had assumed the Eye of Insight would be no different—but it possessed self-repair capabilities unknown even to the Aslant. This fortuitously benefited Logo. Ecstatic, Loge realized the Eye not only was a miraculous artifact but also a key to accessing the Aslant Civilization’s Higher-Dimensional Information Space. At this level, civilizations could alter planar laws, manipulate

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."

The queen said. She took off the medallion around her neck and held it out for Kathia to take. The midwife took the medallion and her hands were trembling as she did so. “This was a gift from my father. He gave it to me before Darth conquered Troleyadia and slayed my parents and my brothers. It is a key that opens a gateway to another dimension but it can only be used once and after it is used, it will become dust. Take it to Shadrin’s Rock and place it underneath the waterfall. The gate will open and you can cross over to a realm called Earth. The door will shut after you cross to the new world. There, you will be safe and so will my children.” Queen Neyra said.

He shrugged his shoulders. Tazaana is captured by a mage and taken to the realm of mages. Once there, Tazaana was carried by the brown-haired man. Tazaana screamed for release, but the brown-haired man ignored her. At the same time, Tazaana was fascinated by seeing the beauty in the realm of mages because it was far different from the realm of black mist. The realm of mages is more colorful, like the earth, and has daylight but no sun. When Tazaana is brought into a place, it's like a special building for a team. When she got there, the brown-haired man dropped her off. Tazaana looked around. Many people were watching her.

“Accountability for what? We stopped the unmaking. We rejected the Want. We gave Agnes to hold this world together.” The presence shimmered, and the fracture widened, revealing glimpses of other worlds—not possibilities, but realities, each one crumbling under the weight of their own choices. A world where Rowan had fallen to vengeance, his blade dripping with blood. A world where Aelira had bowed to the goddess, her eyes empty. A world where Selene had never merged with the Veil, and the realms had burned. A world where Elyra had embraced exile, and the shadows had won.

The earth cracked beneath my feet. Not just a tremor or a shake but a deep, violent splitting that roared like the end of the world. I stumbled back as the sky bled shadows, and something ancient began to rise from the shattered crust of the Forgotten Realm. At first, it was only a whisper. Then came the screaming.

The other realms were listed as Dregok, Trokuron, Gerthrikoth, Kozzonnuth, Dallmaroth, Arthrik, Kolrerin, Jer’orith, Mazgaxel, Rarkun, and Orthraluth. Each of the realms are ran by one single noble family. Only demons can create a portal between the realms. However, not one demon can travel between realms without a passport with the noble family’s permission. The only demons allowed to travel without any passport of permission are the noble families themselves. These families carry a specific identification on their person.

“This tore it apart.” “The universe… separated?” I asked, confused. “Yes,” she said simply. “It fractured into entities. Realms. Worlds. Each one holding fragments of what once was. The separation was not natural, it was forced. Born of greed and betrayal.” I frowned. “But who could cause something like this?” Her gaze fell heavy on me, and for a moment I felt her silence more deeply than any answer. The thought came unbidden, raw and questioning: Could something so vast, so divine, truly be broken by mortals?

I close my eyes, fighting an inner battle with myself before finally releasing a breath through my mouth and standing up straight. I looked at the man on the floor and was about to walk away when hushed voices reached my ears. I froze as I slowly turned, listening to what they were saying. ….“If he doesn't crown her as his Queen it would automatically disqualify him as being crowned King of the four realms.” An oddly familiar voice said and my brows furrowed. The four realms? That was the realm of werewolves, witches, faes and I think shapeshifters. I don't know if I was right but I think that was the four realms we had. And from what I know they're actually not at peace.