Shattered Dream Novels & Stories

Gaia croaked, her throat closing off with emotion. “I’m through with you, whore. I’ve come to tie up my loose ends.” Bash grinned maliciously before lunging in once more and ripping out her throat. Gaia’s screams rang through her apartment as she grasped frantically at the air. When her eyes finally focused, she realized it was morning. A nightmare— Gaia curled into a fetal position and wept. The nightmare hurt and frightened her on many levels. She couldn’t analyze what it all meant at that moment. All Gaia could do was shiver with the fear and pain the dream had left behind.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

I woke up to the cold, harsh reality that my dream has been shattered, stolen by none other than Yeri. I walked through the desolate halls, holding my broken heart. The glorious cathedral which was supposed to be my crowning is now a scene of devastation. Once again, my vision blurs with tears as I take in the aftermath, the wreckage of my stolen destiny. My body trembles with despair. The future I had envisioned, the power I am supposed to wield, all of it has been ripped away in an instant. How did Yeri know that I did this to her? Who told her? How could she find out?

Just before the bomb exploded, I closed my eyes in despair and sent one final message through mind-link. "In the name of the Moon Goddess, I hereby sever my Mate Bond with you." And with that, I cut the mind-link.

My heart beats louder than the fears that are very clear in the room. “Then we go,” I say. “We find the pieces.” The Dremari’s eyes narrow. “You cannot go together. The fragments demand different paths. Different visions.” The Dremari nods slowly. “But know this: The moment the first shard is touched, the Boundless awaken. They will not wait. They will not sleep again.” ~~~~ Not because I’m scared, although I am. But because the dreams won’t stop. Every time I close my eyes, I’m in a crimson field, fire curling around a single, glowing shard. I start to reach for it, and something monstrous roars beneath the soil.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

Dawn says calmly as she soothes my back. But I can’t. I can’t breathe. My chest tightens. My lungs seize. I wheeze, sucking in quick gasps that don’t reach deep enough. My ears ring. My skin is cold. Everything tilts sideways. It’s like my body is here, but the rest of me is floating just above it, watching from some detached place. I can feel the surrounding panic rising like steam. But inside, everything is still. Empty. Broken. I am standing inside the ruins of a dream. The tears don’t come. Not yet. What comes first is a stillness so sharp it cuts me open. I thought he loved me. I really, truly thought he was the one.

"Ella, don't frame me like that! Even if I had heavenly powers, I couldn't change your baby's eye color. In the end, it was your own foolishness—and now you've dragged the entire Witches' Covenant into disgrace!" My sister nearly fainted with fury. She had endured pregnancy and unspeakable suffering, all for the chance to become queen after giving birth. Now her dream was shattered, her scandal laid bare before the world. Seeing the murderous intent blazing in the prince's eyes, she dropped to her knees. "For the sake of what we once shared… please, let me go!" If she were still the enchanting beauty she once was, the prince might have wavered. But the withered creature before him now made h

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.