Legend Shattered Realm Novels & Stories

"Just think that I'll fight for you no matter what happens, I'll fight for our love." Luna averted her eyes and looked at her book shelves with old and thick books. "I've read something in one of my books. There are so many civilians who died, because of the love between two people. It was taken from real life, but they changed the name of the place and the people." "Are you referring to the Legend of the Moon?" Arayan asked. "Legend? You mean it's not true?" "How can you say it's not true? You are the proof," Arayan replied with a smile.

“Darling, you look like a curse wrapped in skin. I like you already.” Caelan crossed his arms. “We don’t have time for games.” Lazriel arched a perfectly shaped brow. “Everything is a game, my dear, and I happen to be very good at winning.” He turned and motioned for us to follow. “Come. Let’s go somewhere more… discreet.” We passed rooms bathed in candlelight and breathy laughter, through false walls and velvet curtains until we reached a hidden chamber at the back. Maps, coded ledgers, and enchanted artifacts lined the walls. It was a war room

The moment the lock engaged, the mask completely shattered. The room was exactly as he had left it a pristine capsule of a life that no longer belonged to him. His favorite art books were still lined up neatly on the shelves, his sketchbooks rested on the desk, the soft afternoon sunlight streamed through the sheer white curtains, and the faint, nostalgic scent of lavender and clean linen filled the air. It was the room of a boy who was safe. A boy who had never known the heavy, suffocating weight of a man’s anger. A boy who had never been pinned to a cold marble counter and broken into pieces.

"Then who?" Standing up, I didn't wait for an answer. I drove my heavy combat boot directly into his right kneecap. Bone shattered with a loud, sickening crunch. The rogue threw his head back, screaming in absolute, blinding agony. The sound bounced violently off the concrete walls. He collapsed sideways into the mud, thrashing against his restraints as his broken leg bent at a horrific, unnatural angle. "Talk," I commanded, my voice devoid of any mercy. "Okay! Okay!" The rogue sobbed, curling into a tight ball. He gasped desperately for air. "It was the northern syndicate! The Blackwood pack!"

She stopped in front of his throne and bowed her head “May I have a dance?” Nero smiled “What are you planning?” “Nothing at all, just a dance with you my lord.” Valerine stared at me in anger “From her aura, she doesn’t have negative intentions.” “It was fine either way, I’ll play along “, he walked down the steps of the throne to extend his hand out to Letharia. “Queue the music,” Nero yelled to his servants. Letharia paused to hear classic music from the place her mother was from “The Valley of the Fools.”

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.

She is a complete package. Rana Pratap kept himself away from most of the matters since Arthur came to take Myra with him. He officially transferred the crown to Arjun to take care of Legacy later on. That Legacy which he had protected and for which he abandoned Myra and Minerva once. He betrayed his own blood Myra. And now she became the protector of Legacy itself. Rana Pratap didn't dare to look at Takht. He remembered his meeting with Myra. Nobody knows that he had met her secretly after her arrival in India hearing about Ranvijay's situation.

“My father may have made mistakes, but I won’t repeat them. This ends now.” The woman’s expression darkened. “You think you’ve won? You think tearing apart my network will make you safe? There will always be someone waiting to take my place, Elena. You’re not saving anyone—you’re just delaying the inevitable.” Adrian’s voice cut through the tension. “Enough of your games. You’re cornered. It’s over.” The woman turned her gaze to him, a flicker of amusement in her eyes. “Ah, the loyal knight. Tell me, does she even realize how much she’s sacrificed for this ‘legacy’? How much she’s lost?”

Boulder roared beside him, his tawny fur ruffled, his jaws snapping at the core, the ice splintering, the frost dusting his fur, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a test of their bond. Tess struck with her sword, her hazel eyes glowing with determination, her voice firm, the blue glow casting an eerie light on her face, the frost dusting her cloak, the wind howling through the chamber, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a battlefield, the chill a constant threat. “For the Lunar Legacy!” she shouted, her sword slashing through the core, the ice cracking, the blue glow dimming further, the frost crunching under her boots, the marrow god’s roar faltering, the sanctum a battle