Shattered Empires Novels & Stories

This also meant that the world was severely divided, and there weren’t really any powerful forces keeping things in check. For instance, in the world of Zandor, there were four powerful empires that kept things in order: The Northern Empire, which boasted of the best generals; the Eastern Empire, which was famed for their brutal methods against their enemies; the Western Empire, which had the most nobles and the best military education in the world, and served as the centre for the Wielding Academy; and the secretive Southern Empire, which had the least number of wielders compared to the other three, but was very strong nonetheless.

It was just the two of us, standing here in the midst of it all, our hands tightly intertwined. "Maybe," Carter said, his voice soft but resolute. "But we’ll fight. And we’ll win." Marcus’s sneer deepened, but there was something in his eyes that told me he knew it was over. His empire was crumbling. He was out of options. Isabella turned toward us, her face unreadable. "It’s done. For now, at least. But you’ll need to be careful. There are always others waiting in the wings." I nodded, knowing that our fight was far from over. But for the first time in a long time, there was a sense of peace in me. We had taken the first step toward freedom, and no matter what came next, we would face it to

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

- Captain Arlen, 3rd Eastern Scouts The Shattered Wheel. Makil’s mind, a well-ordered archive of threats, supplied the information. A fanatical sect from the broken kingdoms beyond the eastern mountains. They believed in purification through chaos, in breaking the “wheel” of civilized order. They were not an army; they were a plague. And they were in Leigh’s home.

"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

That families rose and fell in cycles, that empires were rebuilt not from clean slates but from blood-stained foundations. Now, at twenty-five, she carried it like a blade.

Just a girl. Shattered.

The news of Amara’s pregnancy, once a private anguish, was now a public spectacle, a tool in a new kind of war. The Moretti empire, once an unassailable fortress, was now a fractured land, its foundation of fear and respect shaken to its core. Dante, a King betrayed, and Amara, a Queen targeted, were a united front against a world that saw them as vulnerable, as a weakness to be exploited.

I looked at him then—not as the man I once ran from, but the one who stayed when everything else fell apart. I nodded slowly. “Then let’s burn what’s left of their empire to the ground.”