Shattered Dream Sans Novels & Stories

sana is looking at viranica's facial expressions sana's mind voice "don't think I'm gonna leave you that easily I will kill you mentally so that you can kill yourself physically" sana said "If I'm in your place I wish to die instead of making touch by others poor you I feel so pitiful for you how sad of you by getting touched by him everytime our inner self kills us like are you a whore" viranica turned to see sana because of that word sana acted innocent and said with tearful eyes "I feel you as my sister I can know your pain I can't talk anymore" by saying this sana left room viranica broken the mirror the pieces felt everywhere she broken her bangles it pierced her skin everywhere in hand

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.

The dream realm, broken and fragile as it was, slowly began to settle, trembling, wounded, but somehow still alive. I collapsed to my knees, gasping for breath, my whole body trembling. Sweat clung to my skin as I bent forward, my fingers loosening their grip on the necklace. It slipped from my hand and fell onto the cracked earth below, the crystal now dim and quiet. It was over. “Xiana! Look out!” Damien’s voice suddenly pierced the calm, sharp and panicked, like a crack through still glass. My eyes flew open, and I turned just in time to see it—a jagged shard of the dream realm itself, twisted and black, hurtling down from the shattered sky above. It tore through the air like a blade carv

"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

] she taunts. I’m crumbling, and I know it. My resolve, once a formidable fortress, has eroded into crumbling walls. In this dark abyss, sleep feels like a sweet release. My eyes flutter shut, heavy with exhaustion and defeat, and I surrender to the darkness. In my dream, I stand before three kingdoms, each ruled by a familiar face—Cassian, Rune, and Malachi. They sit on their respective thrones, eyes piercing yet somehow distant. But this isn’t them, not really. They are idealised, ethereal almost. Kings in a realm untouched by the taint of my flames.

It dares me to sit. I step past it. The dream shakes. The walls crack. I keep walking. It throws things in my path—voices, screams, broken glass, fire, mirrors that show me twisted. Alone. Ruined. But I don’t stop. I whisper their names like a prayer. “Noor. Marcy. Elise. Caroline. Lena. Isobelle. Talia.” And finally, softly— “Asher.” Light flickers. The world rips. And I fall. ***

But I did it. From now on, that bastard was locked out of my dreams. Exhausted, I closed my eyes. Sleep started to pull me under. But somewhere between waking and dreaming, a brutal, overwhelming power slammed down. My ward shook violently. The silver net shrieked under the pressure. A second later, it tore apart. My perfect ward shattered into silver dust and faded into the dark. A towering figure shattered the dreamscape. He walked like a dark god. Heavy. Absolute. I wanted to back away, but I couldn't move a muscle.

"Not empty desire. Love, friendship, sacrifice. You can’t mimic this." The light scorched the mist. The room began to crack. "No! I can’t... I won't..." But the light kept pressing in. The Temptress’s form began to shrink, returning to her original shape: a young woman in a simple gown, her eyes purple but now filled with tears. "Forgive me," she whispered, before her form shattered into fragments of soft purple light that then vanished. The dream realm collapsed. Siron woke up in the real world, gasping.

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

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.”