Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

“The Hollow Realm is a myth, a place between existence and oblivion. A place where things go when they are… unfinished.” Rael’s expression darkened. “Then why are we here?” The masked figure took a slow step forward. “Because your world is unfinished.” A cold dread settled in Elior’s stomach. “The Crown…” “The destruction of the Crowns unmade the foundation of your world,” the figure said, their voice unreadable. “Now, it exists in fragments, caught between what was and what could have been.” Elior’s grip on his sword tightened. “Then how do we fix it?”

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

I asked, hoping for something better, but fearing the worst. "it didn't just burn it." he said, his voice a bit more sharp. "it literally cracked the whole world sideways. The veils between dimensions, realms, spirit and living are all full of fractures now. There aren't so many right now, these fractures. But they are growing." I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared out into the ruined scorched lands as well. The wind whooshed through the blackened trees, and I thought I could hear whispers within them.

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

Eleand gathered his thoughts for a moment, where he before he started his story. “All right, this may sound weird, but it looks real. Well, in my mind. When I was in a coma, I dreamed about a faerie realm called Erganiv, and it has four domains— Gwiazda, Noyuh, Alsache, and the Capital City, Argia.” “All right, go on.” Ezekiel listened carefully. He jotted down all the information in a long bond paper. Even to the smallest detail, he explained everything. His younger brother looked interested, and he didn’t laugh even if he sounded crazy. Until they noticed it was past midnight after they had been finished discussing.

24 YEARS LATER. Gwenn Pov “I want to run a sword through you so badly that the feeling is visceral. After all these years together I cannot believe you still are a bigoted two timing jerk.” I yelled as I stormed into the throne room, Arius behind me. “I am Yama, I cannot be seen as the fool being controlled by the Alal. It would undermine my ruling…” Arius tried explaining but he just made me even more furious than usual. “Your ruling… I am right and the whole kingdom is aware of that, the forgotten world should not be explored.”

It was a strong kingdom showered with prosperity. However, the people live in conflict. Everyone wants to stand out more than anyone in wits and in power, and so, an internal war occurs. Thousands have died and the world went into chaos. The throne of the Ultimate was threatened. Other lands join forces trying to conquer the crown. But, the Ultimate King was a freak keen. Before everything turns into a burning hell, he divided the utopia into three realms: the Burgh Xelestia which comprise the Lightens, the Neitheria which holds the Darkens, and the Alluvium which contains the Mortals.

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

Nobles whispered in terrified awe. Faith would fracture again after this. But differently. Not because she was unstable. Because she was powerful. And unpredictable. Night fell slowly over the capital. And beneath the quiet— The system shifted. Not collapsing. Adapting. The second fracture had not destroyed the kingdom. It had forced evolution. And every realm felt it. Heaven reconsidered containment. Aeron reconsidered pressure. Aether recalculated convergence. And somewhere deep below the earth— A third fracture began forming. Not silver.

What once imprisoned the Queen and echoed with the Rogue King’s fury now opened into a vast atrium of transparent arches, each framing a different realm like windows into other worlds. Sky. Flame. Shadow. Storm. Wolf. Fae. Phoenix. Every realm we had touched, changed, broken, or healed, aligned in a perfect circle around us. A map of choices. A constellation of consequences. But even with all that power singing in harmony above our heads, my attention kept pulling back to the small thing nestled between two arches. A crack. Barely a sliver at first glance. But now… now it pulsed with a faint, eerie glow, as if something inside it breathed.