Shattered Crown Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Whatever she’s hiding, she’s spending real money to keep it hidden. Damien stared at the message until the screen went dark. The necklace. He’d been trying not to think about it, but it kept circling back like a song stuck in his head. The pendant Seraphina had been wearing was a gold chain with a red gemstone. Not ruby. Something darker. Garnet, maybe. The setting was unusual, an asymmetric bezel with a tiny vine detail along the bail. He’d noticed it because it reminded him of— No. He got up from the chair so fast it rolled backward into the bookshelf. He crossed the room, opened the bottom drawer of the cabinet by the window, the one he kept locked, the one that held things he pretended d

The battlefield was no longer earth and blood. It was torn sky, shattered stone, and wolves caught in the grip of forces they were never meant to touch. The crown had split. Not shattered—no, Serena knew instinctively it had done this intentionally. One half burned with black fire, dripping shadows like molten tar, pulsing with a heartbeat that wasn’t hers. The other half glowed silver-white, threads of moonlight unraveling from its jagged edges, soft yet piercing, as if every strand could cut through bone.

“Come. Sit. There are things I must show you.” Elias walked toward the circle of stones. As he sat, the Oracle knelt before him and placed her fingertips against his temple. Images flashed behind his eyes—fractured, disjointed. Screams. Fire. A broken throne. A shadow with no name. A crown of thorns, bloodied and cracked. He gasped and flinched back. “What was that?” he breathed. The Oracle’s gaze sharpened. “Fragments of what’s to come. I see a Shattered Crown… power, ancient and cursed, bound to your name whether you want it or not.”

"The seals have fractured. The Dragon Crown must be reforged before the Boundless breach completely." “The Crown,” it continues, circling me like a wraith. “Was once a vessel of control. The last Seer Queen shattered it to scatter fate. Three pieces remain.” Lucien’s jaw tightens. "We were told it was destroyed." "Shattered," the Dremari corrects. "Three fragments. One lies in the Crimson Vale. The other sleeps in the Glass Depths. The third… has not yet awakened." A hush falls over the room. My heart beats louder than the fears that are very clear in the room.

Chapter 24: The Shattered Prince The once-thriving kingdom of Zorana had been hollowed out by the endless war. The castle’s stone walls, now scarred with both the wear of battle and the passing of time, echoed with a kind of quiet desperation. And inside the cold, unfeeling chambers of the prince, Caden was no longer the man Karina had known. His eyes were sharp, relentless—a man consumed not by loss, but by a burning, obsessive need for vengeance.

I copied her and lowered my voice for my second reply She gasped and covered her mouth, "You totally have a secret admirer," she gushed, "Someone who could afford to buy you real diamonds..." she trailed off in thought before her eyes widened, "Oh My God, one of the Crown brothers has a crush on you!" she squealed "Maybe even all of them, if that one rumour is true," she wiggled her eyebrows at me I rolled my eyes, "Don't we have somewhere to be?" I asked her

Darkness rushed toward us. I raised the Unity Blade. The sword shattered. Again. But this time— the fragments didn't fall. They floated around me. Silver. Black. Glowing. Then they formed a crown. A crown of silver and darkness. It descended slowly toward my head. Selene screamed. “Lyra, don't let it touch you!” I tried to move. I couldn't. Ronan grabbed me. The crown continued descending. Malachar shouted, “Destroy it!” Ronan raised his sword.

I came apart at the edges. The shards of the crown, the living silver, drove into my chest as it broke, a dozen splinters of the shattered thing burying themselves over my heart, and the force of the breaking threw me off my feet, toward the water, toward the silver mouth of the First Moonwell that had held the crown for ten thousand years and now opened under me like a grave. I fell.

Then: "I got here first." Three heirs. One key. One crown. One world. And somewhere above them— the sky finally shattered completely. The final battle for the Seventh Crown was about to begin.