Shattered Dream Sans Novels & Stories

Later That Night – Serena’s Dream Realm The stars were bleeding. Serena stood in an open field of mirrors, each one reflecting a different version of herself: Serena before the bite. Serena during her awakening. Serena burning with eclipse fire. Serena with black eyes, her hands stretched over the ruins of a city. She turned away. “I didn’t ask for this,” she whispered. A voice echoed: “And yet here you are.” She turned. Darian. Not flesh. Not entirely spirit. Just his face—floating between veil and shadow.

And over it all, Adrian’s voice whispered like a serpent. “This is what you fight for, isn’t it? A memory. A connection built on illusion. You think love is real here, inside a system made of lies?” Dream snarled, stepping forward. “Shut up.” Adrian turned his gaze to him, smirking. “You can’t silence the truth, Dream. You never could.” The ground fractured beneath us again. The illusion shattered, pixels breaking apart, the void bleeding back through the cracks. I fell to my knees, gasping for air that wasn’t even real. My body flickered, my hands fading in and out like static.

For the first time, fear entered his voice. He looked toward the shadows behind him. Then back at Nova. "Listen carefully." The dream began breaking apart. Trees cracked. Mist swirled. Reality shattered around them. Nova took a step forward. "Wait!" The stranger reached toward her. Desperate. As though trying to hold onto the connection. "Find me." The words echoed through the collapsing dream. Golden eyes locked onto hers. Burning with urgency. With need. With destiny. Then everything vanished. Nova jolted upright in bed.

But deep within my heart, doubt still lingered, threatening to unravel my confidence. Dr. Thorne's spectral form flashed in my mind, the warning that had unsettled me. I questioned Shakira's true intentions, the possibility of her manipulating events for her own sinister agenda. The doubts crept in, fueled by the vividness of the dream, the resonance of Dr. Thorne's words. Could I truly trust my own perception, my own memories?

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

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.

I felt dizzy, like the floor was tilting. Then I saw a folder labeled **Twenty-one**. Inside wasn't a toy or a gadget. It was a list of several top colleges, and clipped to the back were letters—official, stamped letters—confirming guaranteed scholarship payments. My breath left me in a sharp scream. I was going insane. I was actually losing it. The dreams I had buried years ago, the ones I thought were dead and gone, he had dug them up and handed them back to me on a silver platter.

"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 told him everything: the holding company, the chemist, the payment just before Cassian showed up, the pointed questions in the hallway. He went very still. “He stood in this house, shook my hand while I was dying, and asked how he could help.” “I know.” “And the whole time.” “I know, Damien.” He stared out the window, forcing calm. “How many signatures?” “Five,” I said. “Who’s left?” I named them. He didn’t blink—just shifted, a quiet decision. “Alpha Korr,” he said. “We trained together before we held rank. He owes me—never had a chance to pay it back.” Damien reached for the phone, hand shaking a bit, still worn out from the night. “Help me sit up. I’m calling him directly.”