Fractured Realms Novels & Stories

The Breach Beneath The vision struck with no warning, sharper and more focused than any before. Mirra staggered as if struck, clutching at her chest as her breath tore free. Her eyes rolled white, the forest spinning away, and then she saw. Not the sky. The earth. It gaped before her in a jagged wound, a tear not of stone or root but of reality itself. The soil split wide, but beneath there was no bedrock, no cavern, no quiet darkness. Instead, a raw rift yawned, bleeding corruption into her world.

Erica floating undauntedly just in front of him. And then, she began her narration. "In the beginning, there was darkness. But after sacrifices of time, effort and energy, the universes were created. Man was gifted monsters, the powers to defeat them, and the subtle gift of intuition." She swiped the air like one would do when using a tablet or android, and a different reality appeared. No longer one of pitch-black darkness, but one of something that looked even worse. Blood, pain, hunger and torment. The light was too dim to fully uncover this reality's details but it was audible enough to give your goosebumps, goosebumps. “The creators deemed it fit to try and correct what they felt was a

He holds out his hand, looking me in the eye, “Want to see it then?” I hesitate before resting my hand in his. Before I can blink, the whole scenery changes. “Don’t let go of my hand,” Damien says, calmly. I squeeze his hand in fright as I find myself standing in the middle of what looks like a battlefield. Fighters are rushing past us. Blood is being splattered everywhere and I move closer to Damien, overwhelmed. “Three realms existed,” he murmurs as a blood soaked elf runs past us, stabbing a sword into a male’s back. “The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.”

Someone who knows the fractures I can’t see yet. “Then teach me,” I whisper. Azrael doesn’t smile. The shadows bend around him, alive and attentive, as he steps back and gestures toward the floor. Faint etchings glow beneath the glamour and arrogance of the court, ancient marks, weak spots, threads of energy misaligned. “These are the fractures,” he says. “Places where this realm is thin. Where you can move without being seen. Where you can reach him.” I crouch, hand pressing to the stone. I let fire and shadow stir lightly beneath my skin, just enough to touch the lines. I trace them, following the pull. A tug, it’s faint and frayed and feels a little hesitant.

The Fall Between Realms Aria did not fall—she was ripped downward, dragged through layers of collapsing reality like a stone hurled through stained glass. The realms shattered around her. Shards of places she recognized—forests, moonscapes, oceans suspended in sky—fractured into bright splinters that cut across her skin as she tumbled through them. Her magic screamed, unraveling, recoiling, reforming, fighting to shield her from the collapse. Too fast—too many pieces—too much power—

“ And now… it’s just fading away.” Corin nodded faintly. “ We’ve learned to live with the loss. But it changed everything. Without the royal bloodline, the kingdoms grew weaker. Borders fell. Old alliances broke. Now, every realm stands on its own—fractured and vulnerable.” He glanced at me, studying my face carefully. “It’s strange,” he said, his tone softer now. “ The way you talk about your world. The things you describe—bridges, metal carriages, this ‘truck’ you mentioned—they sound like pieces of something lost to time. Like echoes from another realm that was never meant to touch ours.”

--- The Council assembled within minutes. Orionis stood at the center of the chamber while Aurel, Astra, Caelum, Seraphine, Nerina, Elara, Kael, Chloe, Lucien, and Wesley surrounded the table. Liam placed every known celestial map before them. "We have records of nine realms." "The Four Kingdoms." "Elarion." "The Celestial Realm." "The Shadow Realm." "The Mirror Realm." "The Wild Realm." "The Silent Realm." "The Unwritten Realm." "And the First World."

"The remaining eight fragments are trapped in corrupted worlds I can no longer access. My clearance expired when I ceased being a player." They stopped before a wall of flickering orbs. Unlike the others, which pulsed with steady, preserved light, these trembled at their edges like wounded animals. Within each, a world in decay—code bleeding into static, hazards spiraling into incoherent chaos, landscapes dissolving into ones and zeroes at the margins.

Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth? Ruby crumpled to the floor, her complexion ghostly pale. She then realized she had been dancing on a stage set straight to hell since her affair began. I had been holding the ultimate weapon to shatter her life all along. The tenderness she had seen? Nothing but a lure. Her little performance, her schemes–they were nothing against the hard evidence and my steely resolve. Her eyes met mine, a journey from pleading to despair, then spiraling down into a deep, icy fear, and finally twisting into a look of pure venom.

Her brows furrowed in confusion while Riden laughs. “Hey! That’s not fair,” She gently tried to slap his arm while still keeping her eyes shut. “But, of course I immediately came to help you. I try to find a wound, try to find where it might hurt. And when I did, I healed it-“ “And now you have magical powers?” She teases him.