Novel & Cerita Shattered Sea

Images rose into the air like mist as she touched the scrolls. There was a ruined city, buried in desert, towers half fallen, glass turned to sand. “It was known as ‘The Cradle of Fire.’” “Where the First Betrayal happened.” A second was a mountain split in two contained with light leaking from the crack. “The Shattered Peak,” she whispered. “where the Keepers had stood watch before.” The third was an ocean, endless and black, a thing of stars. “The Drowned Mirror. It is the final memory, it is laid beneath it.”

We pulled away slowly, leaving her there in the dust. She shrank in the rearview mirror, finally collapsing on the pavement, like some broken toy left behind. I did not feel a thing. She chose her road, and I set the final scene. She wanted to play traitor; she had to be ready for the fallout. Seth? His time in the clink was anything but a cakewalk. I had made sure to pull some strings early that morning. 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.

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

Sage's POV The shockwave rippled through the car, shaking the frame, rattling the windows. The vehicle shuddered but held. Good thing it was built strong, military grade, designed to withstand more than just a bumpy road. Debris rained down on the roof, clattering like hailstones, and I ducked my head on instinct, waiting for the sound to stop. What was happening? We were under attack. Here, in broad daylight.

A warrior burst through the throne room doors moments later breathing hard. “My King—” “Report.” “The southern cliffs collapsed into the sea.” Queen Seraphina cursed quietly under her breath. “That’s the third collapse today.” The warrior looked pale. “There’s more.” The room went silent. “The sea…” his voice shook slightly. “The sea is rising.” Fear moved visibly through the room after that. Not panic yet. But close. I slowly closed my eyes. And instantly— Pain exploded through my head. Visions slammed violently into me. Fire tearing through cities. People screaming.

"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

A huge wall of orange fire and hot steel fragments burst from the surface of the sea the shockwave hitting the container ships hull with a force that threw me sideways across the iron deck. The yellow survival capsule was torn into a thousand pieces of flying metal its wreckage spinning through the air like burning shrapnel. The shockwave broke the remaining glass on the navigation console sending a shower of white crystal pieces raining down over my shoulders as I crawled on my hands and knees toward the rail my fingers clawing at the iron as I stared into the dark foamy whirlpool where the man I loved had vanished to save our family.

Straight toward me. Gabriel turned instantly. Too late. The arrow pierced my shoulder hard. Pain exploded through me. I screamed. Gabriel caught me tighter immediately while blood spilled across his hands. Silver burned like fire beneath my skin. Everything inside me shattered. The mark on my wrist exploded with light. The ocean answered. Massive waves crashed violently into the hunter fleet while the Sea Guardian roared again. Ships broke apart instantly. Hunters disappeared beneath the water screaming. The Hollow attacked wildly now, destroying everything in its path.

“Hold on!” Bastion shouted. His voice ripped through the roar, urgent and raw. Bastion clamped onto Autumn’s hand. He refused to let go. Their grip was a lifeline, an anchor, a promise. A wall of water smashed the shuttle. They lurched backward, then the sea hurled them forward—spat out into chaos. Screams vanished under the wind’s howl. The ocean swallowed them, tossed their bodies like ragdolls. Up and down meant nothing. Cold bit deep. Blind, spinning, Autumn disappeared from reach. Only the wind shrieked.