Godshard Chronicles Novels & Stories

Shards glittered across the hall floor, fragments of shattered chandeliers reflecting the torchlight like fallen stars. Screams and steel echoed through the vaulted chamber, the clash of loyalty and betrayal tearing the great keep apart. Serenya’s spear clashed against Duke Thalric’s dagger, sparks leaping between them. His strength was raw, merciless, but hers was guided by fury sharpened into purpose. Each strike reverberated not just in her arms, but in her heart—every blow carried the weight of her kingdom, her bloodline, her right to exist.

His voice was so hoarse that it made my ears sting, "I wondered why that thing didn't scoop out your heart. Turns out, your blood was the best shield..." …… I woke up drenched in sweat, back in my bed. It was a week before the Haunts world descended. The gold bar from last night's burial was still heavy in my pocket.

I state, taking a seat on the trunk behind me. “Fine, little witch… ” he mumbles, before leading into his story. “Many years ago when there were many gods and they roamed the earth there was one made completely of darkness and shadows. He chose to stay hidden in a small cave not far from where we are now, on the outskirts of a small town. From his hiding place he was able to control all the darkness in the world. He was the shadows of creatures and the night sky… He was beautiful… But where there is darkness comes evil… And with evil comes people who wish to destroy it. After a long time of searching for the thing bringing the darkness into the world an arch druid stumbled upon the god deep

Mahisar fled to his quarters, his breath ragged, the edges of his vision still pulsing with the aftershocks of pain. His master’s fury was unlike anything he had ever felt. The plan had to change—and fast—if they were to have any hope of defeating the Goddess Warrior and the growing alliance at her back. Failing to seize her weapons, let alone destroy them, had tilted the balance sharply against them.

"Why is that?" "We haven't marked her yet but we are practically mated. We have to go home tonight because Brad won't be able to have peace if he doesn't see his mate. We are in love with her." Chad turned away from him. It felt like history was repeating itself again. Why did the Moon Goddess have to give them a werewolf as a mate? What crime did they commit? "Uncle, please accept her. We will be announcing her soon if she wins the duel."

“It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.” I couldn’t help but snort at the fool. “So now that your shiny new life has fallen apart, you think you can come crawling back here? Newsflash, Kendrick, I’m not your backup plan. Let that sink in. This is nothing coming from someone who slept with my best friend. ”

He knocked on the door a couple of times, but she didn’t open. Inside the bathtub, Vanessa was deep asleep. She didn’t know how and when she fell asleep. From far deep in her mind, she could hear knocks on the door, but to her, they were sounding as lullabies. She was tired, and all she wanted was to rest. “Who is trying to mess with my sweet sleep?” she whispered as she opened her eyes. “Ghosh!!!!” she shouted. She had forgotten where she was and fell asleep. The knocks continued being louder and louder. “I'm coming,” she shouted as her heart pounded hard.

Minos said. "You're telling the story wrong." "I'm trying to make a point, so can you just, listen?" Cassana shrugged. She seemed to know where Minos was going. "So, after a hundred years of subjugation, after suffering under the tyrannical rule of the evil god Eon, the humans finally rose up and fought back, under the leadership of Markelus." "There we go..." Cassana quipped. "Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-"

Death had become a safe haven for those who fought and life had become a cage for those doomed to repeat it. The putrid battle began with death, the foul and rotten death of a young woman named Lilly. Her life was a salvation and a ray of hope for one young immortal, the one who began pure but became dark. His heart blackened by the pain of loss, his soul darkening with hatred of the one responsible. The head off all gods was not what the creator had intended, his power and will darkening from greed. Chronos was the head off all life and all death, he and his kin destined to rule all and preserve all. But this was not the case, Chronos’ heart blackened and his spirit turned sour. He was neit

Moros, offering a rare smirk, said, "I never thought our adventures would lead us to dance with time itself." The group gathered on the central platform, the energy of the Temporal Nexus swirling around them. Chronos, his voice echoing throughout the chamber, announced, "Remember, focus on your timeline, anchor yourselves to the memories, and the emotions, and let the shard guide you." As the energy crescendoed, Eryx began to chant, guiding the shard's energy to resonate with the Nexus. The world around them became a blur of colors, sounds, and sensations. Memories flashed before their eyes: battles won, challenges faced, moments of despair and triumph.