Legend Shattered Realm Novels & Stories

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

“Not hers. Not yours. Mine.” Light burst from the pendant—searing white, not violet. The reflection shattered like glass, fragments dissolving into the mist. Around her, the others fought their own illusions. Kael roared as he clashed with his mirror, sparks flying with every blow. Lysandra’s flames battled flame, the cavern nearly collapsing from the heat. Eryx screamed as his chains were forced upon him by his other self, but he broke free with a surge of runes that split the floor beneath them.

"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.

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?

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 Chronicle Prism projected holographic images that encapsulated the cosmic journey, a tapestry woven with threads of struggle and triumph. The Luminary Sage, Maximus, and Limah, now revered as cosmic legends, engaged in conversations In the wake of the cosmic clash that had tested the very fabric of destiny, the joint empire found itself grappling with the inexplicable return of legends long thought to be confined to the annals of history. The Luminary Sage, Maximus, and Limah stood as living embodiments of a cosmic resurgence that defied mortal understanding.

Their faces were dead serious as hell, while looking to the newcomers. “You will never reclaim your land from us because you will all die here. Celestia will be ours forever!” Caria declared and her menacing voice filled the whole place. Glade’s celestial realm is starting to crumble. It cannot hold too much dark and cursed magic coming from the enemies. I have a very bad feeling about what’s going to happen next. “Cursed Realm Augmentation…” Caria uttered in very serious tone, then, an evil smirk formed on his lips as she stopped for a moment. She raised her arms sideways before continuing where she left off. “Corrupted World,” she stated.

My cloud was broken when a strong, smooth voice commanded, "Stop!" My eyes flit open and my heart stutters. My God, did I mess up? London stares at the both of us, an unreadable expression on his face. I messed up, didn't I? "What's the matter?" Jackie sasses, a brow raised in his direction. "I don't need to hear anymore," he replied with a shrug, "You both made the cut." "That means?" I ask unsurely, narrowing my eyes. It means you're both in," he answered with a small smile, "Welcome to Crash Course Rebellion."