Return Of Shattered Constellation Novels & Stories

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

The world freezes. The energy stills. The system— breaks. Cracks spiderweb outward. Rapid. Violent. Unstoppable. “What are you—?!” the core screams. “Ending you,” I reply. The connection surges. Stronger. Brighter. Overwhelming. And then— it happens. The core shatters. Not explosively. Not violently. Clean. Precise. Final. The entire space collapses inward. Light fractures. Darkness implodes. Everything— everything—

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The Moonstone in her chest flared. Light flooded the Foundry—blue and white and burning. The mist screamed. It wasn’t a sound. It was a thought torn apart. The Oathbreaker staggered, its form unraveling at the edges. *No. You are mine.* Aria held the shard up. “No. I’m not.” She crushed it. The light exploded outward. --- Silence. The mist was gone. The Foundry was still. The shard was dust. Aria dropped to her knees, gasping.

"How are you?" I instantly frowned at that. Eliot's question was odd. "You can see by yourself," I answered, despite the confusion. "Are you sure?" What was this? Why did he suddenly ask that? "Yes." "You don't feel anything?" "Yes. I'm totally okay." "So it hasn't started yet." And I couldn't hold it anymore. "What did you mean it hasn't started yet? What is it?" "It's a full moon." I knew it was a full moon. My brother and his Gamma were out to assist with pup shifting. Just like they did last month when I failed to do so. I still remember their disappointment in knowing their beloved sister was weak.

And for the first time in a very long time, I felt peace begin to settle into my bones like warmth in winter. Later, lying beside him in bed, I stared at the ceiling, uncertain of how much of myself to give. “Lucas,” I whispered. He turned to me, his voice soft. “Yeah?” “If I fall again… if I break… I can’t promise I’ll be whole enough for someone else.” He touched my cheek, thumb brushing the corner of my eye. “Then let me meet you in the pieces.” The next morning, I stood outside the cabin, watching the sun rise over the trees.

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.

"When the police scrape the wreck off the asphalt, it will look exactly like a tragic, spontaneous manufacturing defect. A tragic accident." A tragic accident. The corners of my mouth twitched upward in a cold, bloodless smile. The monster inside my chest, the one that had been thrashing violently against my ribs ever since I watched Mark shove Clara against a wall on my security feeds, finally settled down with a dark, satisfied purr.

“Then we fight the illusion together. We choose us. Not what it wants us to believe.” For a long, agonizing moment, Kaelen did not move. Then slowly, he lowered his sword. His lips brushed her forehead. “Together.” The mirror screamed. Cracks split across its surface, light pouring from within. When it shattered, the fortress groaned and the illusions crumbled. The walls returned to ruin, the mist dissolving into the night. They were free. But at their feet, among the shards, lay a single fragment glowing with strange power. Serenya bent and lifted it, the silver edges warm in her palm.

The cop replied with a hint of mockery in his voice. The tubes in my arm trembled with the ferocity of my shaking. Anger and grief fought within me, both as sharp as the other. My voice lost. My face ruined. My freedom stolen from me. And the one man who should have been standing beside me had been the one who set me up. I lay there, restrained to the bed, the sound of his betrayal ringing clearer than any tune I ever composed. My world hadn't fallen apart. It had been burned to ashes. “Why Ethan? Why?”