Legend Shattered Realm Novels & Stories

Cos once they start fighting, they don't know how to sWOUNDS IBERU KINGDOM I don't know much about these kingdom we had from you, and if the they truly exist, then I will love to be united with them, all my life I have heard of humans in other dimensions, and I have always imaging what it will look like, to see people with different culture associatinkinds THE WARLORD

assured Daniel. "He has always been manipulative and competent," murmured Leo in his mind. The nostalgia, the yearning and the desire to tread old ground flowed from Pandora’s box the moment he saw Rachel with her son, who resembled him closely. It was a lid Leo wanted to try to slam open and certainly struggled to conjure a happy ending. Later, Rachel basked in a large bathtub filled with warm water mixed with just the right amount of Epsom salt, scented lavender and rosemary herbs while Alex slept for the night.

The Lunar Shard At the center of the ruins, atop a stone pedestal, the Lunar Shard pulsed with an ethereal glow. Kaelan stepped closer, feeling its power thrumming through the air. It was beautiful—translucent, with swirling silver light dancing inside it. "This is it," Leona whispered in awe. Kaelan reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The moment he made contact, the world around him shattered. Visions of Destruction Darkness consumed his sight. Then— Flashes of fire. A battlefield littered with bodies. Wolves howling in agony. The sky, painted red with blood. He saw himself—not as he was now, but as the tyrant he had once been.

The Sterling Trial had been more than a scandal. Five years ago, Luna Elara had signed a death warrant dressed as justice. Lysa Sterling—a young omega barely past her first shift—had done the unthinkable. She refused the bond of her fated mate. Not just any mate, but a seasoned Alpha with powerful bloodlines, a man twice her age and three times her rank. The rejection wasn’t just personal; it was political. And in the Raven Flock, that was treason. The rejection wasn’t just personal. It was political suicide.

The tension in the air was palpable, and even the rustling of leaves seemed to magnify in the silence of the night. "When you are ready, your Highnesses, I will drop the illusion," mind-linked Lysander. "How did you..." I asked. "I will explain later," he replied with a chuckle. "How about we don't drop it all," suggested Daemon. Many rogues emerged from the dense undergrowth, their bodies contorted and twisted, eyes gleaming with savage hunger. Their feral, rotting appearance sent shivers down my spine, but I refused to let fear consume me. I was not used to fighting for real since most of my experience was in the training centre, but Daemon was sure I could do this, especially in Lycan for

“Obviously not.” “I’ll go too,” Kael said, as if daring anyone to argue. Eryx, leaning in the shadow of another archway, studied the crack with narrowed eyes. “The reflection realm isn’t just another dimension. It’s where discarded possibilities accumulate. Regrets. Unchosen endings. You walk in with a fragile sense of self, you walk out as a stranger—or not at all.” “I’m not fragile,” I said. Damian’s jaw clenched. “That’s not the point. The resonance is you. If you get trapped there—”

"Go ahead." ... Ansley gathered her courage and asked Lucas, "Can I know their realms?" Lucas' face didn't change as he said, "You really want to know the answer?" Ansley nodded heavily, saying, "Yes, senior." Of course she wanted to know the realm of the Apocalyptic Legion. After all, the aura that was coming from them was too powerful. "They are all Rank 6 Ultimate God Ranked Realm zombies." "What?" When Ansley heard this, she couldn't help but take a few steps back. Her pale face was filled with shock.

Laggas muttered, puzzled. Reyan walked towards where Hail is. "Reyan, what are you – ha!" Laggas exclaimed when the ground shook. "H – hey. Is this what I think it is?" he asked and grimaced. Reyan picked up Hail and walked back to Laggas. He smiled. "Right." Laggas said when he saw that the ground cracked. He touched Reyan’s shoulder. "We are leaving." He said and closed his eyes. Reyan also closed his eyes. When they open their eyes, they are outside the Forgotten Kingdom.

She blinked through tears, through vertigo. The sky above was still blue. But barely. The sun flickered like it was shining through moving water. They were in a clearing, and they looked out over the valley. The valley was near the old ruins of Kal Theros. The trees around them had twisted, bark cracking with veins of silver, roots splitting stone. The ground buzzed with leyline distortion. Maelor helped her up, his gaze scanning the land below. She followed his eyes—and saw them. Legions.

Sorens stated as I frown at him. “What did you say about the forgotten world? Do you know more about that part?” I asked him but he shook his head. “The forgotten world was when Northshore became Northshore, it was the last legacy before Northshore as we know it was built. The forgotten world is a myth, long forgotten.” “I need to know more about this world Sorens.” I asked him, my head already growing with possibilities. This exists, that means what this lady was trying to warn me of exists, for the forgotten world to rise. What does it mean?