Shatter Book Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

I had laughed then and received my first punch to the stomach. I tried not to laugh at the thought of the book I had reread a few weeks ago by Pippa Grant where the girl made dick cookies and had thousands of a deformed penises to someone, that someone was in another book with one of my favorite book boyfriends, Ares. I try to think back on the storyline of the book, so I don’t have to think about what is about to happen.

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness

CHAPTER 126 — THE SHATTERING The horizon tore open, and the new figures emerged—shadows taller than buildings, their forms shifting like liquid nightmares. They moved with purpose, each step fracturing the ground, sending fissures that glowed with molten light. The air burnt with static, thick and choking, as if the sky itself had caught fire.

She grasps onto my hands, looking intently down at it after breaking her stare. “Your future bleeds, child. So much blood…so many deaths.” “That's all!? I'm already used to spilling blood.” I say in a growly tone, admitting the truth of my reality. She shakes her head, breathing in hard. “There'll be regret. I see you wallowing in it. It's going to push you to act rashly. You'll hurt the one you love most, but it'll be too late before you realize it.” That was the moment I pulled my hand away from her sharply as if it burned. “What are you talking about!? I don't fucking love anyone.”

The Triarchs were right—we don't have much time. We swim toward the temple's entrance, and the doors—massive things made of some dark metal—swing open at our approach. As if we're expected. As if something wants us to enter. The interior is vast and echoing, filled with that same diffuse light. Murals cover the walls, depicting scenes from before the Shattering—the Mother deity whole and radiant, her children gathered around her, a world of peace and beauty. And then the war. The Shattering. The Mother torn apart, her fragments becoming the gods we know now. And at the center of it all, a single figure—neither god nor mortal, but something in between—falling into the abyss.

I don't feel like the exiled mate who is crying in the back of a car. As I throw the shuttle for the first time, the sound echoes through the rafters like a bone breaking. Or a bond snapping. I think of Lir in his cold Northern study, staring at his spreadsheets. I think of Elara in her silk gowns, playing at being Luna. I am coming for your prestige, I think, the silver thread flashing in the lamplight. I am coming for the one thing you love more than me—your pride. By the time the sun breaks over the horizon, the first inch of the shattered mirror armor is complete. It is jagged, but it is beautiful, and it is the most rational thing I have ever done.

“Nina, the one you saved, tried to resist arrest while the youngest cried, Abigail, isn’t it?” I couldn’t breathe. I felt something inside me shatter. My mind kept replaying everything I had endured at the hands of this pack. From the death of my parents, to the Farmheads' abuse, and now, the Alpha himself was blackmailing me. My magic was bubbling inside me aching for release as I glared at Cassian. “I advise you to think very carefully about whatever you are about to do,” Cassian warned, his green eyes reflecting anger. The elders stared at me with pure hatred, like I was nothing but a stain to be wiped off their spotless pack.

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.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by