Shatter Reality Novels & Stories

"When we pushed them back. When we made them feel reality. We didn't just hurt them. We taught them. Showed them how reality works. How connection functions. How to" "How to break it," Thorne finished. Face pale. Understanding hitting him through bond. "We gave them blueprint. Showed them exactly what to attack. What to destroy." Third flicker. Stronger. Longer. Reality stuttering like heartbeat missing beats. Like existence forgetting rhythm. And wolves started screaming. Network overwhelming. Reality itself becoming unstable. Connection turning into weapon. But against us. Against everything. "Shut it down," I said. No hesitation now. No debate. "Shut it all down. Now. Emergency disconnect

"They found a Seed and activated it without understanding its true purpose. Without the proper harmonics—" "Everything it touches becomes unstable," the Weaver finishes. "A cascade effect that could shatter our reality's already fragile foundation." Xander's expedition team arrives, ready to depart for the Shattered Zones, but this new crisis demands immediate attention. The reality quake spreads, threatening to engulf entire regions in chaotic transformation. "Go," I tell him. "Find the Seeds. Luna and I will handle this." He hesitates for just a moment, then nods sharply. His team vanishes into the quantum foam, heading for the most dangerous regions of our patchwork world.

Nyros screamed, his body unraveling into tendrils of smoke and shadow. He tried to claw his way back toward her, his voice shifting through a thousand pleading tones. "I can make you whole!" "I can bring him back!" "You need me!" Each word was another hook, another snare. But Veyra stood firm, tears streaming down her face, sword buried deep. "You are nothing but a lie," she said. With a final, soul-rending cry, the Mirror Realm shattered completely. Reality buckled—and then broke. A hole ripped open behind Nyros, a gaping wound between worlds.

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

“Imagine if the soccer club didn’t conduct regular tests. Imagine if they didn’t make soccer players get screened every couple of months. I could have caught something. You yourself called him a walking gonorrhea man—you said it, Lala! So what were you thinking, huh? Were you even thinking about me? My feelings? Or were you just thinking about yourself and the free money?” Lala collapses, as if the truth’s impact had knocked the wind from her. Her sobs come loud and messy, echoing through the room. They sure as hell aren’t pretty, but at least they are real. I stand there, arms still, spine locked. Watching her cry feels surreal. Like my body’s here, but my heart’s somewhere else, floating j

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

he said, his tone dripping with disdain. The words cut deep, and Veda felt her heart shattering into a million pieces. "I thought our vows meant something," she whispered. Adyant snorted. "Vows? Those were just empty promises, Veda. We both knew it." Veda's eyes widened in shock as the reality check of her shattered vows laid bare in front of her fragile heart. "How can you say that?" she demanded, her voice laced with pain. Adyant's gaze locked onto hers.

And then. Thud! She woke up sweating and breathing heavily. She observed her surrounding before taking a sigh of relief. It was a nightmare, again! But what's the gurantee it won't be a nightmare the next time? She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. ••••••••••

How jinxed could I possibly be. I reach underneath me and take off the heels and throw it to the corner, my legs feel like Jell-O. I stagger to my front and pick up a sandal. I sit on a chair by a makeup table and begin to remove the makeup off my face with a wipe. The girl staring back at me in the mirror looks so beaten and emotionally broken, I feel like a shadow of myself. When will it stop, when would all the misery end. I wish I could go back a month, when my life was still good, when I had not heard about the death of my brother or when I had not met Thelma.

My mind whirled into a craziness, recalling every memory—nights we laughed, when I thought we were a family, when Marcus vowed he was with me. "Was any of it real?" I shook, my voice. "Every word, every smile—was it all a lie? Marcus leaned forward, pitied me near. "You don't understand, do you? In this world, nothing exists. No love. No loyalty. Only power. And you, Adrian… you weren't powerful. You were convenient." The words cut through me like a blade and I stood there, hollow. I stepped away, my vision blurring against the hot burn of tears, but his laughter stuck behind me like a shadow.