Lord Of A Shattered Land Mga Nobela at Kwento

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

I shouted. He frowned and fired again, hitting my other leg. "He's not a protector, he's no leader... he's just a greedy tyrant!" I bellowed. Another shot, this time at my arm. I was starting to get dizzy. "This key could restore your world... it could bring back the machines that fed and clothed you. You could be in charge of your own destinies again! You wouldn't have to grovel at the feet of men like him!" He fired again, his face twisting. All four of my limbs were useless. I wavered but stayed upright, just barely. I looked around as the people whispered to each other.

I sighed then proceeded to sit on the table, the comfy chairs would lull me to sleep as tired as I was. I found the two doctors staring at me like I was some sort of an overgrown beetle or some sort of a cure to a certain untreatable disease, maybe it was the blood on my shirt surprising them. I was just about to snap at them that it was unprofessional of them but then I remembered, I didn't have my glasses on. My eyes were the magnet that attracted their gazes. My shoulders hunched when I recalled the glasses being broken earlier. " You must be Michael Marcus" one of them faked a smile and said. The other one who had an overgrown mustache like he was from London was still gazing at me with

I scream as the pressure crushes my lungs, my vision dimming. The Architect moves closer, looming over me. Termination is inefficient, it says calmly. Reassignment preferred. Its hand reaches for my chest— For the faultline. The Crown shatters. Not fractures. Shatters. Something ancient and furious tears free inside me, roaring its defiance as the Reverent screams in alarm. The land answers. The wolves howl. And as the Architect’s fingers brush my skin, the blood moon goes dark— Cut cleanly in half by a shadow rising from beneath the earth.

No chains. No kings. Just wolves, untamed and free. And the world? It would never be the same again. The morning wind stirred through the ruins, carrying the last whispers of the old world into silence. Lyla stood at the center of it all not a ruler, not a queen. Just the one who had ended an empire. But destruction was only the beginning. Eli’s voice was measured. “A world without rulers will not be an easy one.” Jorah nodded. “Some will see this as chaos.”

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

--- The Shardfall is aptly named. It's a region where the fabric of Lunareth itself seems to have come undone—massive chunks of land floating in midair, connected by bridges of solidified magic that shimmer like glass. Some of the islands are stable, anchored by ancient obelisks that hum with power. Others drift slowly through the air, their paths unpredictable and dangerous. Below them all, visible through gaps in the floating landmasses, is the Core Sea—that luminous blue-white abyss that marks the heart of the Shattered Sphere.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

How ironic. "Sure," I replied. My lips curved into a smile, but my gaze was frosty. I continued, "We can start all over, but only if Maxwell and Samuel leave Reelsburg City. I don't want to see them ever again, and you'd better not let me find out you're spending more money on them." Her smile froze on her face, and her silence was deafening. I grabbed the glass beside me and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into pieces with a loud crash. Shards of glass flew in each direction.