Shattered Realms Books Novels & Stories

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

I asked, hoping for something better, but fearing the worst. "it didn't just burn it." he said, his voice a bit more sharp. "it literally cracked the whole world sideways. The veils between dimensions, realms, spirit and living are all full of fractures now. There aren't so many right now, these fractures. But they are growing." I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared out into the ruined scorched lands as well. The wind whooshed through the blackened trees, and I thought I could hear whispers within them.

“The First Flame has burned away the tether, but its final act was not destruction—it was summoning.” I frowned, trying to clear the haze in my mind. “Summoning what?” Her expression didn’t change, though her gaze now flickered toward the place where Mira had stood only moments ago, where the last remnants of her spell circle lay cracked and lifeless beneath a layer of dust. “You think the shard was a key only to darkness, but it was one of balance. It tethered two realms that were never meant to separate completely. With its destruction, the breach begins.”

I wanted to be your partner, not your project. He turned the page. You made me feel beautiful and broken at the same time. And that contradiction lived in me like wildfire." Page after page, her voice bleed through. Raw. Honest. Forgiving in some places. Devastating in others. By the time she was finished, Killian was holding the book with white knuckles. If you ever find your way back to me, I won't make it easy. Because love shouldn't be easy. But if you're still willing to fight. then maybe we have a chance."

“And you’re stalling.” “Observing,” the Shadow corrected. The fracture widened. A second line formed. Then a third. The entire threshold realm—this space of pure opposition—began to splinter like glass under pressure. Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” The Shadow stepped back. Not in retreat. In release. “I removed the boundary.” The world shattered. --- The Collapse of Isolation The threshold didn’t dissolve. It broke open. And everything flooded in at once. Pain.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 3 - Tyler and Mandy **Desperate for Peace** Mandy pov I woke up screaming. Again. The nightmare had been so vivid—Marcus breaking through the window, Tyler fighting him, blood everywhere, Tyler's lifeless eyes staring at nothing while Marcus laughed and reached for me— "Mandy! Baby, I'm here. I'm right here." Tyler's hands were on my face, his voice cutting through the terror. "It was a dream. Just a dream. I'm alive. I'm safe. You're safe."

“Accountability for what? We stopped the unmaking. We rejected the Want. We gave Agnes to hold this world together.” The presence shimmered, and the fracture widened, revealing glimpses of other worlds—not possibilities, but realities, each one crumbling under the weight of their own choices. A world where Rowan had fallen to vengeance, his blade dripping with blood. A world where Aelira had bowed to the goddess, her eyes empty. A world where Selene had never merged with the Veil, and the realms had burned. A world where Elyra had embraced exile, and the shadows had won.

PROLOGUE The battlefield was ruined—scorched earth, broken stone, and skies ripped apart by magic that should never have existed. Mountains had crumbled into blackened dust. Rivers boiled and twisted away from their beds, fleeing the wrath that had been unleashed. The air reeked of ozone and blood, thick with the scent of burnt gods and shattered spells. Corpses lay strewn like forgotten relics—mortals, celestials, beasts of realms unnamed—all silenced by the cataclysm that had torn through reality.

The world trembled on the brink of collapse. From the shattered heavens, crimson rifts splintered across continents like jagged wounds. The sacred lands of the Silver Moon Pack were the first to fall under a creeping tide of shadow as Valeborne’s unholy power seeped into the world. Once-vibrant forests twisted into skeletal groves, rivers thickened into black sludge, and an eerie, mournful howl spread across the lands as the realms’ fragile balance fractured.

A jagged, unstable rupture opened like a wound— and from its depths, a storm of raw, unfiltered magic poured out, spiraling in violent waves that struck the plane like a tempest. The Fractured appeared at the edge of the rip— their cloak shredded, their starlit eyes wide with horror. “SHAPER! KEEPER!” They pointed behind them, voice breaking: “THE REALMS ARE TEARING THEMSELVES APART— AND THEY’RE COMING THROUGH!”