Shattered Realms Series Novels & Stories

We ran together through the carnage. Thunder rippled above us as the rain fell harder, stinging my eyes and impeding my footfalls on the slickened ground. All around us, wolves from Grandbay and Eastpeak clashed with wolves from Dalesbloom and the insidious Inkscale dragons. Catrina tore into my packmate Philip. Oslo was locked in battle with David. Aislin and Niko savaged Lothair, and even Everett had joined the fray, holding two dragons at bay alongside three Mythguard humans.

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

Note: The chapter contains mature content. Only mature audience shall view this chapter. Veda's tears fell like rain, her heart shattered into a million pieces as Adyant's words echoed in her mind: "Hate, disgust, and contempt. I feel them every time I see your face." She wandered aimlessly, lost in thought, until she found herself in the garden. The stars above twinkled like diamonds, but her world felt dark and empty. She was surrounded with peace and calm but only she knew the chaos which was pacing with high intensity inside her mind.

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.

"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

Because under the anger, under the confusion, under the pride of a man who’d just been outmaneuvered in his own building, there was something else. Want. The elevator doors closed, and Seraphina let out a breath she’d been holding for three years. Her hands were shaking. She pressed them flat against her thighs and stared at her reflection in the polished steel doors—this new face, this new woman, this beautiful, terrible creature she’d built from the wreckage of the girl she used to be, and she whispered to the reflection: "Don’t you dare feel anything for him." But her heart wasn’t listening.

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.

He holds out his hand, looking me in the eye, “Want to see it then?” I hesitate before resting my hand in his. Before I can blink, the whole scenery changes. “Don’t let go of my hand,” Damien says, calmly. I squeeze his hand in fright as I find myself standing in the middle of what looks like a battlefield. Fighters are rushing past us. Blood is being splattered everywhere and I move closer to Damien, overwhelmed. “Three realms existed,” he murmurs as a blood soaked elf runs past us, stabbing a sword into a male’s back. “The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.”

Even as their fury clashed, one truth bound them: Serena’s flame still burned, faint and fragile. And they would tear the world apart to reach her. --- The Shadow Realm Serena gasped as she hit the ground—if it could be called ground. Black sand stretched in every direction, endless and shifting like liquid beneath her feet. Above her, the sky was a void scattered with silver stars, but the constellations twisted unnaturally, moving like predators circling prey. Her shadows recoiled against her skin, whispering in voices not her own. She clutched her arms, heart hammering, realizing she was no longer in the mortal realm.

(SHIP OF FOOLS) “THE WORLD THAT YOU HAVE KNOWN IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE LOOPS CREATED BY HIM. THE WORLD THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE NOW IS REFLECTED, DUPLICATE AND TURN INTO SEVEN, AS THE LAST IS THE ORIGINAL WHERE THEY ARE ALL STRUGGLING TO FIGHT IN THE PUNISHMENT, LIE, PRICE, AND CONSEQUENCE HE CREATED AND WROTE HIMSELF, JUST TO UNDERSTAND MY LOVE AND BRING ME BACK TO THE VERY BEGINNING. SHARD OF THE ROYALS IS TORN INTO SEVEN, AS THEIR MEMORIES TURN INTO KEYS SCATTERED ALONG WITH THE WORLDS AND BOOK, CREATING ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS AND PARALLEL WORLDS.”