Shattered Realms Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

The lengths that we would go for each other had been set in stone. I was sure now, that regardless of anything that could or would happen in the future, I would always have her by my side. The End The Reaver Chronicles: Book 1: Raziel (Complete) Book 2: Raphael (Complete) Book 3: Ramses (Complete) Book 4: Rowen (Complete) Book 5: The Keepers (Complete) Book 6: Rayne (Complete) Obsidian: (Spinoff based in the same universe)

He didn't even bother to turn on the lights inside before kicking the heavy door shut with his foot. Thud. The solid, heavy click of the deadbolt sliding into place echoed down the empty, carpeted hallway like a gunshot. It was the final, irreversible sound of my four-year marriage dying. The fragile, pathetic illusion I had bled myself dry to maintain had collapsed into dust, leaving me stranded in the dark shadows of a hallway, holding the bloody pieces of my ruined life.

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.

The library descends into an uncomfortable silence, one I'm itching to break but I don't say anything, patiently waiting for him to speak. “Did you see the rift?” I nod. “It wasn't there when I left.” “And it's just the beginning. Even before you left, the shadows in our realm had intensified but we've been able to keep them at bay and prevent things from escalating. And now we have rifts.” Leaning back on his couch, fatigue washing over his face, he sighs, “Who knows what else will come? The human realm is collapsing, so is our realm but at a more obvious level.”

~ Liana ~ The moment I slammed the door of my hotel room, the tears started flowing. My legs gave way, and I found myself crumpled on the floor, my back pressed against the cold wall. The robe from the bed hung around me like a heavy blanket, offering no comfort from the storm brewing inside. With trembling hands, I reached for the remote control. I hesitated, not wanting to face anything that might judge me further than I already felt—but there was this nagging need to see it. I had to grasp just how far my life had spiraled out of control.

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.

"He said you betrayed him. He said I had to pay the price." I looked at Richard, horror drowning every other emotion. "What are you doing?" "Teaching you a lesson." He pulled out a knife, and the fluorescent lights caught the blade. "Every betrayal has a cost, Aria. Every secret you keep, every person who tries to help you they bleed." "She has nothing to do with this!" "She has everything to do with this." He moved toward Lila, and she screamed. "She is your sister. Your weakness. And until you learn that I am all you have, I will keep taking pieces of your world away."

The pools across the valley began to move, every reflection shifting at once as if some greater pulse had rippled through the mirror’s remnants. Kaelen looked up at the bleeding moon. Its reflection no longer matched the sky—it was lower, closer, reaching. Mireya’s voice was barely a whisper. “The realms are collapsing.” Kaelen’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then we reach her before they become one.” The valley shook harder. Cracks split through the ground, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder until it became a single, piercing note that made the pools quiver like glass about to shatter.

FREYA POV “Stupid me.” I smirk, removing Steve’s hand from my neck. Yes, the stupid one is me. I’m stupid in a way that I always allow my body to control my brain. I know Steve could make me melt with a single look, not to talk of touch. But I should have thought twice. The Steve here is not that same Steve. Steve here is shattered. He looks broken. Funny I didn’t notice that on time. I straightened my back and looked at him. I could tell he was confused; he noticed the way my mood switched, the heat in the room suddenly turning into something else. I looked at him closely. Funny. He still had that hard fighter's frame, but his eyes were different.