Fragments Of Time Novels & Stories

"How many pieces? How many fragments? How many portions broke away?" "Hundreds," Ember said quietly. "Hundreds of fragments. Each one smaller than the Original Nothing. Each one weaker than the whole. But together, hundreds of nothing-fragments approach with a single purpose. Single goal. Single determination. Erase existence. End being. Eliminate something. They come together. They work together. They attack together. And even though each is smaller, together they are vast. Together, they are powerful. Together, they are nearly unstoppable." "When do they arrive?" Spring asked, though she dreaded the answer.

“I am Chronos, of the Temporal Collective,” the figure said, bowing slightly. “I come with urgent warning. Your reality is experiencing time fractures. If not addressed immediately, your entire dimension will split into infinite parallel timelines, each one weaker than the last.” “How did you get past our security?” Kai demanded, already moving to position himself between the stranger and his family.

"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.

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers.

They are the fragments that so close to the one that befall from the sky. If Altara will to see the fragment that almost end her life, she surely shiver to the cold. Strangely, the fragments been in the process of decomposing. One can only think how much of a year has it been when first discover. The silence broke out by the soft laugher that echoed out. “You sure despise her, are you?”

she asked after a moment, her voice quieter now, more grounded. “A few days.” Celeste let that sit, though it didn’t seem to fully register, the concept of time feeling just as distant as everything else, her eyes drifting slightly as she tried to make sense of it and ultimately failing to find anything to connect it to. She didn’t push again after that. The effort already too much, her body still catching up to the simple act of being awake as she remained where she was, her hand still loosely held in Lysandra’s, her breathing finally steady enough to hold.

But even as I pushed through the motions, my concentration faltered, betraying me as it latched onto the image of Lily. Her smile, her laughter, her scent, her skin... I missed every single detail of hers. Since she'd walked away without a word of explanation as to why she was breaking up with me, my world had crumbled beneath me, leaving me grasping to return to how my life was before I had met her. I racked the weights with a clatter, rubbing the sweat from my brow as I leaned against the cool metal frame. Because of that, my documentary for the Festival Submission lay neglected for days now, since nothing I did seemed to satisfy me. Hours spent hunched over the editing console had yielded

I cautiously wiggled all my fingers, making sure I didn’t sever anything important. Nope, still working. I slowly got up to start the cleaning process. The anger dissipated swiftly as my hand continued to throb. I was no stranger to pain. In fact, I don’t mind a little pain now and again, but this hurt. I worked my way to the bathroom and flicked on the dim light. Stuff was everywhere, shampoo, toothpaste, brush, scrunchies and make up littered my tiny counter. Everything in this damn trailer is too small. Except me, I’m too big. I sighed and opened the medicine cabinet. My eyes fell to the pathetic tower of pill bottles. Pills for aches and pains, pills for depression, pills to sleep, pills

I smiled mockingly and said softly, "Go ahead. Your children need you." Alex didn't even look back at me once. He fled in panic, the wind from his movement brushing across my face. I sat alone in the darkness, neither turning on the lights nor crying. I knew Alex might never marry Brooke. But he would be called away by her again and again, because of those children. I had blended over a thousand fragrances. Top notes, middle notes, base notes, each layer distinct yet harmoniously unified. But my life had been forcibly invaded by a discordant, cheap odor.

I mumbled to myself as I clenched my fists until it bled. I gently moved Libulan’s body to the side before I lifted myself up and staggered. My vision was no longer in good condition as my right eye was already blind. The blood in my chest that had a gaping hole had already dried up. Even if I healed overtime, the wound in my heart cannot be mended by time. I was just as good as dead.