Novel & Cerita Shattered Realms Series

The world fractures around us, timelines splintering like shattered mirrors. —a village burning— —the Archivist smiling as she plunges a needle into the Child’s throat— —the Devourer’s shadow swallowing the sun— Then—stability. A single, trembling point of calm in the storm. The Child gasps, pressing the Mirror shard into the ground. The fractured light still s, just for a moment, just enough. The truth unfolds like a poisoned flower: The Shatterpoint isn’t a wound. It’s a seed . Axiom’s ship hovers above us, a blade of solidified null-energy poised to strike. The Wardens will scorch this reality, this fragile, nascent thing, to save their own.

Veyra's cloak billows, the veils of shattered worlds whispering secrets even the Weaver fears. "Decide," Veyra purrs, her void-eyes reflecting the boy's throat. "Or I'll peel the choice from your bones." Eden steps forward, shielding me. "You want the storm? Take it. But you'll need to carve through me first." Veyra laughs, a sound like glaciers calving. *"Oh, little king. You're already dead."* She snaps her fingers. The desert *ruptures*. --- **The Shattered Temple**

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.

“This is the Old Realm. The New Realm is gone. I—I destroyed it.” But the truth pressed in on me like a blade against my throat. The connection. The same ache, the same twisting magic that had haunted me since the destruction. Somehow, someway, the rift wasn’t contained to Earth, to the New Realm. It was here too. Like the realms themselves had bled into one another, space and time tangled, fated to rip open again and again until everything collapsed. “Bloody fate,” I spat. “I hate you.” The cabin shuddered. The walls creaked, dust spilling from the beams above. One of the creatures slammed its claw against the side of the house, leaving a deep, burning scar on the wood.

Lyra shouted back, “Then break the rules!” Their bond—sealed in fire and moonlight—ignited between them. Power erupted in a wave of gold and crimson, light searing the darkness. The Gate’s voice cracked. Stone collapsed. Reality trembled. And then— Silence. A single pulse echoed through the world. Not of pain. But of acceptance. The Gate shattered. And Lyra and Kael fell— Not into death— But back into the world. ⸻ Forest of the Hollowed Ones Lyra gasped as air filled her lungs.

Those youthful promises were so passionate that they always made us believe they would come to fruition. But as the years passed, our apartments got bigger while our relationship just grew colder. My desk was filled with bottles of pills that he never even noticed. I let out a soft, bitter laugh. "I'm not acting. And there's no need to pretend anymore. Honestly, I should have realized a long time ago that our wedding was never going to happen." Before he could speak, I pulled my hand free and walked out. At the door, I paused and looked back. "At the end of the day, you need to have some boundaries. She's about to get married. No matter how hard it is for you to let go, you shouldn't go medd

I had to become the bridge, not the axe. The realization came just as the realm reached its final breaking point. The gray sky above us cracked massively, groaning like a dying giant. Pieces of the heavens began falling like broken shards of glass, dissolving into mist before they hit the ground. Dimensional rifts opened everywhere—jagged tears in the fabric of space that showed glimpses of the pack I loved. I could see the terror on their faces through the shimmering gaps. The ground beneath us was liquefying into shadow, the gravity of the seal realm failing as it prepared to collapse into the void.

"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.

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.”

“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.