Shattered Realms Books Novels & Stories

"There are four realms; The moon realm, The blood realm, the gray realm and the forgotten realm. Millennials ago, we used to all live together, but we were at a bridge of war when a blood treaty caused us to separate. The barriers separating the realm was bound by a witch. The moon realm is for the werewolves, the blood realm; the vampires; the gray realm; witches. The forgotten realm is where creatures are kept. It's hell there. Forgotten souls are there for eternal torment. The Ninefold is the council that presides over these realms. Makes sure the peace is kept. If you are sent there for trial, there is a high chance you wouldn't make it out alive..." I was dumbfounded. I never knew that

The world split open with a sound like a thousand bells shattering at once. Veyra and Nyros were thrown through the rift, carried on tides of unstable magic, crashing into a realm where the sky bled silver and the earth groaned beneath them. Realms collided around them—shards of forgotten worlds spinning in a maelstrom of chaos. Mountains floated upside down; rivers ran backward through burning forests. The ground cracked and reformed with every breath. Veyra's paws hit the shifting earth, her muscles screaming from the unnatural pull of gravity. The sword—the Moonblade—glowed so fiercely it nearly blinded her, sensing the unraveling of everything it was sworn to protect.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

Just like Zane, they had no clue about what happened in the walls of the horrid mansion I've spent the last decade trapped in. I wonder how they're dealing with it all right now? Even if I'll ever see them again... "Let's get you settled in." Luciano sighed as they both dragged my luggage in. I stepped in behind them and my jaw might've hit the floor when I saw the room. I might've been used to a big house but not a big room. Raul had me sleeping on what could pass for a shithole. It was a beautiful heather grey theme with silver colour for all of the furniture. Everything had what looked like real diamonds on them. From the diamond-embedded headboard to the door knobs. There were also LED l

I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling, and moved to the shelf to retrieve a book titled *Dark Realm*, written by one of Raven’s own—a wolf who had broken free from the darkness and reclaimed his purity. I admired the author’s courage, documenting a journey he had witnessed with his own eyes. The book began with King Ravengrim, the ruthless Lord of the Dark Realm, whose thirst for power was insatiable. Human souls were not enough for him; he craved dominion not only over the Dark Realm but also over Earth and Heaven. Ravengrim’s closest friend was Shawn, a lone wolf who despised packs and the old ways. Ravengrim had tempted Shawn with a promise of power—to make him stronger than any Al

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

How ironic. "Sure," I replied. My lips curved into a smile, but my gaze was frosty. I continued, "We can start all over, but only if Maxwell and Samuel leave Reelsburg City. I don't want to see them ever again, and you'd better not let me find out you're spending more money on them." Her smile froze on her face, and her silence was deafening. I grabbed the glass beside me and hurled it to the floor. It shattered into pieces with a loud crash. Shards of glass flew in each direction.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.