Shattered Realms Series Novels & Stories

The Veil’s voice whispers—Convergence, the heart must burn—and a new rift pulses, its void faint but growing, a whisper of the Voidborn’s return. I kneel, Aelys’s hand in mine, my voice steady. “We’ll face it, Aelys. Together.” The realm’s core hums, the Veil’s balance holding, but the shard’s tendrils spread, and the council’s truce frays, Seris and Kael’s eyes wary. I’m the Convergence—guardian and teacher—and as the Overveil’s shadow looms, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Aelys’s voice, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, and the keepers’ fragile alliance stand with me. The Veil’s heart endures, but a cosmic war brews, and with the new re

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

The weeks that followed our trip to the warehouse felt like a dream and a nightmare all at once. We moved through our days with a purpose, but each step brought us closer to something we couldn’t fully prepare for. Langford’s network was expanding, pulling us deeper into a world that was still full of ghosts and enemies. It wasn’t just about surviving anymore—it was about taking back control of our lives.

PROLOGUE The battlefield was ruined—scorched earth, broken stone, and skies ripped apart by magic that should never have existed. Mountains had crumbled into blackened dust. Rivers boiled and twisted away from their beds, fleeing the wrath that had been unleashed. The air reeked of ozone and blood, thick with the scent of burnt gods and shattered spells. Corpses lay strewn like forgotten relics—mortals, celestials, beasts of realms unnamed—all silenced by the cataclysm that had torn through reality.

Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you. Throughout his lengthy prison term, he would be haunted by the taste of betrayal by his lover and the cunning traps set by his rivals. Everything has settled then. Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the capital company's headquarters, I gaze down at the vibrant city below. Ruby used to be my everything. I would have sacrificed so much for her. However, I see that it was just a prison of my own making. Seven years of marriage was nothing but an elaborate dream.

His name had been erased from the language of the world, as though he had never been born, never ruled, never fought, never loved me. Except I remembered. And that was the curse. The bridge pulsed beneath my skin — calm now, obedient. But every time it thrummed, I could feel what it had cost. It wasn’t just a power. It was a grave. Sylra was the first to break the silence. “The realms are stabilizing,” she murmured, her voice thin from exhaustion. “The rift between light and shadow is sealed. You… did it.” Her words fell heavy in the air.

"And if I refuse?" "Then your father goes to prison. Your mother loses everything. Your sister—sweet, ambitious Lila—loses her trust fund and her reputation." His fingers traced my collarbone, and I fought not to flinch. "I will destroy everyone you love, Aria. Systematically. Thoroughly. Until you have no choice but to cling to me." This was the Richard I remembered. Not the charming businessman from the first timeline, but the monster underneath. Somehow, my defiance had accelerated his cruelty.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

Every pack sending distress calls reported the same – waves of creatures, targeting anyone with divine blood or bonds. "They're testing," Volkov said. "Seeing how much pressure the realms can take before—" The world cracked. Not metaphorically. An actual crack appeared in the air, spreading like fractured glass. Through it, I glimpsed other realms – the Flame Realm where everything burned eternal, the Winter Realm of Volkov's power, the Void where nothing and everything existed simultaneously. And in that Void, something massive turned its attention toward us. "Don't look at it!" Volkov commanded, but too late.

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.