Novel & Cerita Shattered Series

“When the Silent Wolf breaks, the world shall shift. Born in fire, death, and betrayal—she rises.” Sebastian had been pacing like a wolf himself—confident, untouchable, in control. But then… the mirror shattered. A sharp, echoing crack that rang through the chamber like a death knell. Shards rained across the floor, catching the low lights and throwing chaotic reflections across the blood-streaked walls.

The fire swallowed everything—stone, steel, even sound—until all I could hear was the relentless thunder of the shard in my chest. My body shook as flames licked along my arms, spilling into the air like serpents freed from chains. For a heartbeat, I saw nothing but ruin stretched before me: Damian lying broken in the ash, Marcus’s blood staining the earth, Angela’s eyes dimming into silence. The shard promised victory if I gave it what it wanted, but every image of triumph was painted in the loss of those I loved most.

The sphere began to rotate with a hum that vibrated through everyone’s bones. “Ready?” Alina whispered. Casius nodded once. “Always.” For a heartbeat… everything became perfect, peaceful as it should have been. The sphere stabilized. The runes glowed. Shadowmere answered their call with ancient grace. Their departure would be safe. Seamless. Predictable. And then— The Circle Shattered. Collapsed inward. CRACK. The violent sound split the air like a lightning bolt striking stone. Shadows convulsed. The sphere spasmed violently, the once-smooth surface buckling inward.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

" That last shred of hope I had sank into the abyss. Aiden didn't recognize me. Of course, he didn't. He never cared whether I lived or died anyway. How could he possibly recognize my remains? After the scene was processed, they stuffed my limbs into a black body bag like trash and took them back to the patrol unit. My soul—without having me realize it—followed along and ended up in the back seat of Aiden's patrol car. Aiden sat in the passenger seat. The one driving was Benson Chambers, the bravest warrior of the Sundara Pack and also Aiden's best friend. Benson said, "Aiden, was your phone off? Vincent Vance—the Gamma—tried to call you, but it went through to me instead." Aiden's brows tig

The same way morning sunlight streamed in through the trees, all broken and golden and almost pretty enough to hide the sharp edges underneath. Almost. “Where is he?” I asked. Marcus said, “At the packhouse. He moved back in once things got bad enough for the medics to need him close.” A pause. “He stopped shifting six weeks ago. His wolf can’t keep up with it anymore.” Those words landed heavy. I knew what it meant up close—bond deterioration so advanced that the wolf side starts slipping away. First shifting hurts. Then it’s nearly impossible. Then it’s gone entirely. There’s nothing fair about it.

the hurt in his voice is more than I can bare as he drops my hand stepping away from me. I need to make this better. “I didn’t mean to say that” my voice cracked. He just shakes his head at me. “It’s fine I get it” he looked down. “No you don’t! I just… I” he looked back at me. “What Reagan you just what?” The song ended and a fast one started. People were dancing around us but he didn’t move towards me. “Can I cut in” Sheri said swooping in taking advantage of the space between us. She pressed her body right next to Riggin. I wanted to rip her hair out of her head. She can make him happy! I think to myself.

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

The trauma that had befallen her had left an indelible mark on her fragile soul, and she felt utterly shattered in its wake. Rara found herself grappling with the cruel betrayals and inexplicable horrors that had plagued her life. Each passing moment seemed to erode the resilience she had so desperately clung to, leaving her teetering on the precipice of a breaking point. Uncertainty and despair loomed large, threatening to consume her unstable mind.

Was everything was truth. I really loved her. And that's why I have. Shattered. Shattered in a way that can't be sticked back. The thing that everything she have done, and thinking it again again everytime. It makes it harder on me. The glass is breaking more intensely, the glass that is settled in my heart. Its in the amount of pain, that can't be described. Its in pieces that numbers can't be counted. Glue can't stick it back. I am shattered. And not just shattered. When she is agreeing everything without any hesitation. And guilt. It makes put harder for me.