Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

“I understand that you came to end what you don’t understand.” The Council tensed. And then— The mirror cracked. Time seemed to slow, the sound sharp and crystalline, echoing around the sanctum like a warning bell. The air vibrated with power as the fracture spiderwebbed outward, touching every surface. Not the shard. Not the Crown. Every reflective surface in the room. Shattered. Exploded. Each fragment showing a different version of Autumn: faces shifting like water, each expression a new possibility. In some she looked innocent, in others fierce or remorseless, every fragment a truth that refused to be denied.

So she asked: – What if I interact, touch, or stubbornly want to say something to my mother? The watch coldly replied, the mechanical words without sympathy: – Because she is affected by the paradox of time, if your mother had strong contact with an outcast like you, her memories of the other timeline would be awakened.

There are fractures now. Cracks that let light through.​

“No.” Her eyes sharpen. “You don’t understand the cycle. You were never meant to exist alone. The halves were created to be reabsorbed. Balance restored. Order restored.” Heat rises under my skin moonfire trying to flare. My voice shakes with anger. Or maybe fear. “I’m not a fragment.” “You are exactly a fragment,” she says simply. “And all fragments return.” A force wraps around my chest gentle but unbreakable like invisible hands trying to pull me forward.

The time distortions hit without warning. Aria was in the healing house one moment, the next she was standing in the garden three hours earlier. Around her, pack members flickered in and out of existence as time became unstable. "Everyone stay calm!" Dante's voice echoed strangely, reaching her from both the present and the past simultaneously. "Time fractures are temporary. Don't panic." But panic was spreading. Wolves experienced their own pasts and futures overlapping. A warrior saw himself as both a pup and an elder. Elena witnessed her own death and birth in the same moment. The psychological impact was devastating.

Lena held the shimmering particle in her fingers as the world shook around them. She sensed its pulse, a soft yet potent rhythm that spoke of life and hope, synchronizing with her own. The commotion was broken by Erin's voice. “Lena, we have to move! This place is falling apart!” Lena hesitated, staring at the fragment. She could feel Caleb’s essence within it, a piece of him that remained, defying the darkness that had tried to consume him. With a deep breath, she nodded, slipping the fragment into her pocket.

Then, with a soft exhale, Marcellus reached into his coat and drew out two more fragments. They were precious—hard-won and fiercely guarded. The surface of each piece pulsed with faint veins of light, as if alive, as if something within was stirring. He crouched down and laid them beside Edgar’s. The air quivered. “…What’s happening?” Alia whispered. The four fragments began to tremble, drawn by some unseen force. Slowly, they lifted from the ground and drifted toward each other—until, with a soft click, they locked together.

“No matter what I will save you.” Taken into a frozen stance as she is hit with the reality and the original scene that is playing in front of her. Her eyes and full attention are in on the promise and the two that time, space and dimension played upon. “I’ll be waiting.” With their words and the very image and heart that both of them has as the fragment and shard of their existence. Her tears fall together with the fragment of time in a form of the glass shards that are replaying the memories that the two had been through.

*** I almost yelled when an alarm clock let out a shrill sound disturbing my sleep. Can you just shut the fuck up! I groaned as I blindly tried to switch it off but I couldn't find it. What the heck! I finally succeeded in switching it off after almost falling off the bed. 5am! I shrieked as I saw the time displayed on the alarm clock. I have never set my alarm to 5am before in my life. Reality hit me as I noticed the unfamiliar room. Oh my God! I scrambled off the bed and ran into the bathroom almost tripping on my dress, I can't believe I slept in this dress.