Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

I knew that was a silly question because I had seen with my own eyes that it had changed form, but I just didn't expect it. "Titans are magical beasts who can shift into a semi-human form." Elijah suddenly promised me that I felt a little shame—no, a big shame. "Oh, I see," I responded shyly and kept quiet. Step back, I will now summon the relic. Faris said that's why we retreated. He just stood there in the middle of the lava, regardless of the heat. I noticed that he was suddenly surrounded by golden dust, just like the tree in my room. Wyst'ria, the benevolent land of the gods. The fireth within thee, raging and untamed. From the power within my soul, I hereby summon the relic of fireth.

Some brave souls would show courage despite the odds to think themselves different from all their covering brethren but pitifully pay for their folly as the spell would drag their souls out their body like a tight pussy that seems unwilling to let go of a cock stretching its velvety wet walls. The siphoning cunt was incredible as the hapless gods and immortals were forced to ejaculate their bodies to be nutrients for the spell of the man. "Goodbye old friends," the man said in memory for his recently deceased associates. After the commotion dwindled down, the man then raised his left hand to restore balance towards the three realms. The fragmented fabrics of reality fully closed up and the s

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.

Aria didn’t know where the Anchor Wells were—but she knew she would crawl barefoot across knives before she let Erevan slip from her arms. “Tell me where they are,” she demanded. But the Fractured shook their head. “The path is not a place. It is a state. You must walk the seam between realms.” Aria swallowed thickly. “How? The realms are collapsing—” “We do not have time,” the Fractured cut in sharply. “He is unraveling.” Erevan jerked in Aria’s arms again. His breath stuttered. A choked sound escaped him; his fingers dug into her wrist so tightly she felt bone grind. But even now—especially now—his first instinct was her.

Kyra turns to the last page of the book and rips out all of the pages and my eyes widen in shock. "What did you do that for?" I question. "My father wrote that story with the three of us. Little did we know at the time that he was preparing the three of us to one day rule over all of the realms. The realms were our test. To see how each of us did with the little power he gave us and I'm sure he was disheartened when Rizor failed. He wanted one of us to rule over all three realms in the end," she says while tearing more of the book revealing another open book that was hidden beneath those pages.

CHAPTER80-I KNOW NOW Xena braced herself for whatever story she was going to hear. She rolled her eyes and there didn't seem to be any hint of happiness on her face. "Long ago, there were three realms. The first realm, the second realm and of course the third realm. The people there lived in peace and unity, they even married each other until tragedy struck. A regular human killed someone with an ability and it angered the goddess so much. She trusted that they could all work together but she felt stabbed in the back. So because of that, the king of the first and second realm went to different sources for a solution.

"I don't even understand this realm that you speak of, and you are already taking me with stopping that man from taking what's naturally his? That's too big of a task. Marcellus hates me, and he is ashamed of me, I don't think I can fight for him not knowing if he was going to willingly going to feed me to the wolves." She smiled. "There are four realms; The moon realm, The blood realm, the gray realm and the forgotten realm. Millennials ago, we used to all live together, but we were at a bridge of war when a blood treaty caused us to separate. The barriers separating the realm was bound by a witch. The moon realm is for the werewolves, the blood realm; the vampires; the gray realm; witches.

The freaky end of days was coming. I faced the camera, my voice steady for all the people in the city to hear. "The freaky apocalypse is here, folks. I'm going to help you out as best I can. First up, find cover where the wind can't get you, subways, basements, factories, banks, any safe spot." Lights flickered on in every underground parking lot. The ground rumbled with a deep roar, setting the stage for Jim as he led his crew of infant spirits into a clash with the Haunts that sliced through the wind.

"You are in Anceps now. Do not worry, this place is sacred by protection spell, so any magical creature will not harm you, if you are afraid of them." "Who the hell says that I am afraid of some messed-up rabbits? Or whatever, I am not afraid of anything, okay?" he snarled at her and kept trying to sit up while leaning on his elbows. "I am the Lord of Life!" "But it looks like the Lord of Life is suffering from broken bones and you really broke the poor Moriah's hips. Chu-hh, so bad," she made a sympathetic sound by her mouth. "It pretty much does hurt, doesn't it? I think...a few pieces of Bonesbane would fix the broken bones," she smirked lightly, watching him.

I fell into the brick instead. “Careful!” He warned, right before I braced myself against the solid part of the wall separating us. “What—I thought this wall was brick. How did you—” Nathan saved me from trying to complete my sentence and just answered right away. “They wanted us to believe it was brick, but it is really concrete.” “Umm, I don't know if that's any better. How did you just...break it down?” “When we are separated, you get in more pain and I get stronger. Because I am already a wolf, though, I'm even stronger than normal.” He offered, extending his hand through the small hole in the wall.