Shards Of Earth Novels & Stories

“If it were to fail, there’s no backup! No redundancy! The new system is in place; we need to move now. Keeping this in one place is a recipe for disaster.” A woman shrugs. “From what? We’ve maintained this system from the beginning. It’s never failed… ever. And it never will as long as we keep our heads and follow the rules.” “And if there’s a quake? Or some other disaster? The ground isn’t entirely stable anymore,” Grandfather retorts. “This isn’t Earth, Jonathan. You’re living in the past. This place never has quakes because we’re in control.” “What about asteroids? You can’t control space! They tried, and yes, I maintain a certain awareness of the past. Think about what actually happened

I was trying to turn the Earth into a ghost—a world that the Source would see as empty rock. But as I began the weave, the first drones arrived. They didn't come in ships. they were biological shards—splinters of the Source that looked like jagged glass and liquid shadow. They fell through the atmosphere like meteorites, ignoring the heat of reentry. They were seeking the beacon. They were seeking Leo. Outside the bunker, the world turned into a nightmare of sound.

I raise my middle finger to all the flat-earthers that believe the earth is flat and we´re the only intellectual beings to exist. With that question, he cracked up like crazy. "Where are we? In a 1970's human-made alien movie?" he laughed again "What? I thought you aliens are all like that?" I shrugged. My knowledge all came from watching too much documentaries on Discovery Channel. ¨Don't you all want world domination? You're no more than just intergalactic capitalists. I mean humans are almost there too. We are planning on building a colony in Mars, in FREAKIN MARS! can you believe that? What about the ocean explorations? What have they found that made them so scared they had to urgently s

I could tell she wanted to use that gun and I made sure I went first. I trusted her, but the last thing I needed was a trigger-happy Shape Shifter. We both held our breath as we walked slowly down the first stairwell, the voices growing slightly louder with each step. At the landing of the second flight of stairs, there was another door that was partly ajar. The instant I saw the familiar pattern of Junto's blue plaid shirt, I bolted down the steps and flew through the doorway with Claire on my heels. The scene that lay before us was nothing short of terrifying.

The crisp morning air filled Elara’s lungs as she stood on the terrace of her new estate, watching the ocean’s steady waves crash against the cliffs below. The dawn light cast a golden hue over the water, and for a moment, everything seemed peaceful—serene, even. But inside, Elara’s mind was a whirlwind. She had faced Cassia, heard her tearful apologies, and glimpsed the cracks in her sister’s once impenetrable facade.

In the desert city of Rahazad, they navigated deadly sandstorms and outwitted cunning nomads to claim the second shard, bathed in the fiery glow of sunset. But it was in the submerged ruins of Atlantisia that they encountered their greatest challenge. To reach the third shard, they had to confront the Guardian Leviathan, a colossal sea serpent of unimaginable might. The battle was fierce, their survival uncertain, but with unwavering resolve and the magic of the Scepter, they emerged victorious.

The cost was too visible, etched into the very soil of the North. Kaelen approached us, her boots crunching through the fine white powder that had settled on the stone. She held out a piece of the shattered null-glass we had seen forming during the clash. "The miners are calling it 'Saint-Shard,'" she said, her expression grim. "It’s draining the magic from anything it touches. We can’t let the pack stay out in the valley for long. Their internal fire will be snuffed out by the sheer proximity to this waste."

Seraphina made it to the lobby before her hands started shaking. She crossed the marble floor, pushed through the revolving doors, and hit the sidewalk like she was coming up from underwater. The air was cold. The traffic was loud. She kept walking until she turned the corner and was out of sight of the tower, then she stopped and pressed her palm flat against a brick wall and closed her eyes. Breathe. In for four. Hold for seven. Out for eight. The technique her therapist in London had taught her, back when she could not walk past a rain puddle without shaking.

Don Julio, recalling the ancient texts they had studied, said, "Legends spoke of the city's heart being not just a guardian but also a bridge between worlds. Maybe the shard is that bridge." Seraphina, her eyes lighting up, exclaimed, "We need to tap into the shard's energy, use it to communicate with the heart, to make it understand our intentions." Eryx, with determination, nodded. "Let's do it." Gathering in a circle, the group joined hands, focusing their energy on the shard. As they chanted ancient verses from the texts, the shard began to pulsate, emitting a harmonious resonance that echoed through the labyrinth. The walls responded, their movement becoming less erratic, their whispers