Shattered Realms Books Novels & Stories

She scrambled to her feet, gasping for air that tasted of dry copper and ancient electricity. She wasn't in the Citadel anymore. She was in the Shattered Realm. The room looked like the Hall of Trophies, but the proportions were agonizingly wrong. The ceiling was miles away, a swirling vortex of lightless violet clouds, while the walls curved inward like the belly of a dead beast. Gravity didn't pull down; it pulled sideways, tugging at her shawl with a persistent, ghostly hand. In the distance, the ruins of Eldergloom floated like broken teeth in a dark sea, the spires of the High-Sector twisted into jagged spirals that defied the eye.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

Like part of me was still sitting in that room, staring at that order, trying to rewrite what couldn’t be rewritten. I walked out of the building like a ghost, silent, hollow, drifting instead of moving with purpose. The air outside hit me first. Too warm. Too bright. Too sharp against skin that suddenly felt too thin. The world was still moving. People were still laughing. Cars were still honking. The sun was still shining as if nothing, absolutely nothing, had shattered. It felt almost offensive, the way life carried on around me. Like the universe was mocking, the destruction roaring quietly inside my chest. Like my entire world wasn’t lying in pieces around my feet while everyone else st

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness

"I care about the look on his face when he loses it." The car entered Manhattan through the tunnel, and the city swallowed them. Somewhere in this mess of concrete and money and buried secrets, Damien Cross was sitting in a penthouse that used to be hers, living a life he’d stolen, sleeping beside a woman who’d burned everything to take Aria’s place. He didn’t know she was here. He didn’t know she was alive. He had no idea that the woman about to walk into his world and tear it apart was the same broken girl he’d thrown away in the rain.

The creatures screeched and burned as they touched the fire, but more kept coming, kept pressing, kept trying to find a way through. The noise was deafening. The heat from Kael's shield was intense, and sweat dripped down my face. The ground beneath us began to shake, cracks forming in the stone as the fire heated the rock. Then the floor gave way. I screamed as I fell, the torch flying from my hand, the darkness swallowing me whole. I felt Kael's arms wrap around me, felt his body twist beneath mine, felt him pull me against his chest and cover me with himself. Then everything went blank.

"You set that up? I'm with Jill now. Whatever stunts you pulled to chase me before, I don't want to see them again." Lillian bit her lip and nodded. "Got it. From now on, I will only see you as my brother." Her tone felt distant. She hadn't called him that in years. Hearing it today sparked an odd irritation in him. "You'd better mean it, or I'll think you're scheming again since you couldn't marry me by breaking your legs." His words hit like a sledgehammer. Lillian froze. Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew.