Shards Of Earth Novels & Stories

I looked at my family; Mamá with her arm cradled but eyes fierce, Marco pale but standing, Alexander’s hand never leaving mine, Lila’s team battered but unbroken. I smiled, the first real one in what felt like forever. Then the ground trembled. Not an aftershock. A pulse. From below, deep in the earth. The ash in the cavern… we hadn’t seen it all. A single root, thin as a vein, still red, still pulsing, had burrowed deeper, escaping the light. It reached upward, through soil, through concrete. Toward me. The shard was gone. But the seed remembered. And it was calling.

“Aren't skinwalkers…?” “Evil like the videos you see on the Internet? No, those are miss named shape shifters and I think that's why the ones here at the school are so secretive. Anyway those are all the different shifter types that I know of here. A lot of them have smaller populations and are scattered all over.”

Buppig and Hyacinth find a spot to be by themselves, but unfortunately, I could hear Hyacinth’s giggling and exclaiming and Buppig’s grunting for several hours before they finally fell asleep. The next day, we take off again. When we reach the ravine, I have everyone stay back as I approach. When I get to the edge, I look down, searching for Shengis and Haijen. As I search, Hera pushes forward, helping me to look. And that’s when I see it. More earth than animal. ‘Buppig was right, they blend into the earth.’ Hera says. ‘Is that one of them?’ I ask, pointing. ‘I don’t think so. Do you think there are more of them, more that have become one with the earth.’

merging her steam-tech with the Nebula-Shard’s star-glass. Julian would remain the "Core," his integrated Sentience-Zero acting as the ship’s engine and the team’s link to the Source. The Boarding of the Shard The Nebula-Shard wasn't a ship in the way the Luna-Bolt had been. It was a fragment of a collapsed star, honed into a jagged, aerodynamic needle. There were no stairs, only "Gravity-Lifts" that responded to the intent of the passenger. As the Feral Six stepped onto the bridge, the walls of the ship turned transparent. They didn't see the valley; they saw the Folding of Space. The Sovereign Valley shrank into a tiny, sapphire marble before vanishing into a smear of light.

“No… this isn’t residual energy.” Another tremor. Stronger. Ethan felt it too. But not like before. Not through a network. Not through power. Through instinct. “This isn’t the Shadow,” he said. Kael nodded slowly. “No.” A pause. “It’s something else.” --- The Fractured World Far beyond the sanctuary walls— The land itself began to shift. Not violently. But unnaturally. Sections of the earth flickered—like broken reflections, phasing in and out of alignment with reality.

Considering that they’ve been reduced to a smaller quantity, Michelle guessed they wouldn’t last long out in the open. She closed her right eye when the sound of breaking china echoed, even louder than the clap of thunders. Her heart started beating fast when the barrier’s fragments pelted away, showering down together with the spears. The moment the barrier was gone, the three Quarters wobbled, shaking as though there’s a selective earthquake going on. And just like that, it shattered into tiny bits. The place had then been filled with rain quite odd to be referred to as such. Instead of the normal water, it utilized thousands of spears and the fragments of both the Quarter and the barrier.

“The shard, use it! It’s tied to the beast!” I fumbled with the pouch, my fingers trembling as I pulled out the obsidian shard. Its surface was hotter now, almost scalding, the red veins flaring with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I’d studied relics like this for years, piecing together their secrets in quiet libraries, but this was no dusty artifact.

Sienna appeared unexpectedly. “What are you doing here? Luca hissed, startled then annoyed. “This isn’t your place.” Sienna held up a tablet, “I’ve been analyzing Marco’s old communications. There’s a pattern in the way the Torres Clan attacks.” “What kind of pattern?” Nico asked, curious. Sienna pointed to the screen. “They always strike near the end of shipments, when the guards are most tired. If you stagger the loading times and switch routes unpredictably, you’ll disrupt their timing.”

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

she asked, and Alex gave a soft laugh. She sensed humour from him, and annoyance from Lukas, but both were almost drowned out by their wariness, and no small amount of fear. Lukas sighed softly, "Shadows can merge with other shadows, becoming part of them," he said, his voice still near a whisper, "And can move through them, from one to another, with little resistance."