Shattered Dream Novels & Stories

"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

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

"The man I am is covered in salt. The man I am hears the screams of a thousand Failures. He carries the scars of a woman who chose to love him even after he broke her world." He reached out and grabbed the edge of the dream table. He didn't try to walk away; he attempted to Break it. He channeled the raw, painful grief of the Salt-Death-the image of the girl turning to stone-into the Perfect Lie. "I don't want your paradise!" Kael shouted. "I choose the rubble!" The dream-world shattered like glass. The summer sun changed to the harsh purple glare of the satellites. Kael's consciousness slammed back into the Grid, but he didn't assume a defensive position. Instead, he followed the Leach back

None of us would let it go. Because the dream wasn’t all lights and freedom and relaxation. It wasn’t all fun and fucking laughs like we thought it would be. It was hard work, it was long hours, and it was worth it. “I got a broken heart because of you, shattered and smashed, it won’t go back,” Conner sings. “You broke it good, baby, ripped it apart. But it still beats, boom boom, yeah it still beats, boom boom . . .now am thinking about us, thinking about me how we gonna be, open my eyes it was only a dreeeeeam.......”

Reality shattered. The fragments in her hands exploded into searing white light. Her body burned. Her thoughts fractured. Her scream tore the collapsing world open. And then— Everything went silent. Pitch-black. Lifeless. Still. A single white pulse glowed in the dark. Another. Another. Then— Nathan’s voice, weak but real: “Alina… where are you…?” She reached toward the sound— But her hand… wasn’t solid. She looked down. Her body was dissolving into code.

I say, before rereading the prophecy. When the flower of spring Eases the pain of night She will begin to heal He who is broken "Okay, that part makes sense. Although, similar to what GoldMoon told us, the word ‘broken’ isn’t exactly accurate. Dominic isn't broken, he was abused and scarred.” “It’s semantics, Princess, just like with the Blessing of the Ceryneian Hind, or as we now call it, The Gift of the Ceryneian Hind, Dominic is described as broken. Maybe the prophecy used that word because he can’t shift.”

She is my only true love right now, but as for the immediate future, she does not exist. The tears that have been threatening to consume my eyes and edge their way down my face come rolling with such great force. The raging anger that is suffocating every corner of my body lets loose like a beast. As far as my feet take me into the hospital room, every single object that finds itself in my path shatters in pure brute force against the ground. The very thought of us making love not so long ago, the mere thought of the lingerie that she wore the first time we met, is ripped to shreds from my mind. I want all and every memory to be gone until there is nothing but small shattered pieces left. Th

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

She was determined to make something out of it. Lately, though, practice felt off. Her teacher said it was just a plateau, but Lillian knew better. The fact that she couldn't perform the difficult dance moves wasn't due to her physical abilities but rather psychological factors. The pain of losing her legs in her past life still haunted her. Even with healthy legs now, able to run and jump, she'd wake at night, thinking it was just a dream. High-intensity dance moves made those nightmares worse, but she wouldn't quit.