Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

Another companion, gifted with a deep attunement to the natural world, added, "And see here, these passages speak of a rift between realms, a breach that could spell disaster if left unchecked." As the hero and their companions delved deeper into the text, a tapestry of knowledge began to take shape. Each passage, each symbol, was a thread in the grand design of fate, weaving a story that foretold of a formidable adversary a force that sought to exploit the delicate balance between opposing forces and plunge the realm into chaos.

Some were still trying to win the war. Matilda was standing at the top of the peak looking all around at the scenario happening in a war. She recently escaped from the Land of Dark. She clenched her fists when she glanced at her army, on the verge of losing the war. She didn’t want to let go of her kingdom which her father left for her. Thinking of it just boiled her blood.

"This is the Realm of The Broken Stars. This is where all the mighty people from the river of time trained and honed their swords to the extreme." Danial froze, his brain barely registering what he had just heard. Realm of The Broken Stars? The river of time? His thoughts swirled in a mix of awe and disbelief. This place, barren and desolate, with crumbling dark structures scattered under a sky teeming with stars, was where legendary figures had trained. Ancient ruins lay half-buried in the ground—once proud monuments, now reduced to forgotten shadows. He could almost hear the echoes of their battles, whispering in the still air.

I think this has all gotten to be too much. “I could have done without the snark, but I know this is not a good time. You are not physically here, you traveled subconsciously. You cannot spread the parasite without your physical form. We of the nine realms are not mortal and therefore we do not have mortal thinking. Men and women are equal here, they are equally good and evil. That doesn’t change because you are something new your people have never seen. We are trying to unify, not separate the shifters. Okay, I need to send you back. We have taken too long.” I wish I had more time, but I need to find that book and integrate already then find a way so I do not have to give up power. The swir

The world split open with a sound like a thousand bells shattering at once. Veyra and Nyros were thrown through the rift, carried on tides of unstable magic, crashing into a realm where the sky bled silver and the earth groaned beneath them. Realms collided around them—shards of forgotten worlds spinning in a maelstrom of chaos. Mountains floated upside down; rivers ran backward through burning forests. The ground cracked and reformed with every breath. Veyra's paws hit the shifting earth, her muscles screaming from the unnatural pull of gravity. The sword—the Moonblade—glowed so fiercely it nearly blinded her, sensing the unraveling of everything it was sworn to protect.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

It was exactly what happened in the last two hundred and thirty realms they colonised and inevitably destroyed their sun. Freya shut the book and gaped, her mind whirring. This was insane! Other realms? She had never heard of such outside of folklore. If this book was to be believed, their world was in danger. King Ardelan the power hungry son of a bitch didn’t know did he?

Gabe squealed in delight and jumped on Andrew’s back. I looked at Jack confused. I didn’t understand what he meant. “What do you mean other realm?” I asked and Jack turned to me. “There are special realms around this world, but you have to know where to find them and get in them. There are not many, but they exist.” I nodded and watched him walk towards the camp. I was glad to hear that we were going. There was no definite deal that I would get any answers, but I had hope. My necklace had to have some significance to it.

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.