Romans & histoires Shattered Stars

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

THE FOUNDATION IS FAILING. The End's voice thundered across existence. For the first time in an eternity of witnessing final moments, it sounded entirely, unequivocally afraid. The universe began breaking apart. It was not fracturing from the Hunger’s malice, nor from the crossfire of war, nor from the shockwaves of localized destruction. It was breaking from sheer, structural damage—too much damage, accumulated over billions of years of endless, cyclic conflict. The fracture above Earth widened. Then it widened again, tearing through the cosmic canvas until it shattered entirely. Stars disappeared. They were not consumed by darkness, and they were not destroyed by weapons; they simply cease

The shattered moon was no longer a celestial body; it was an archipelago of bone-white rock and radioactive cobalt drifting in a chaotic, low-gravity dance. As the thousand gliders of the Union approached the debris field, they looked like autumn leaves caught in a gale. There was no air here to catch their wings, so the "Silver-Eyed" children took over, using their connection to the planet’s magnetic wake to "tug" the bronze-wood shells toward the largest lunar fragments.

I don't feel like the exiled mate who is crying in the back of a car. As I throw the shuttle for the first time, the sound echoes through the rafters like a bone breaking. Or a bond snapping. I think of Lir in his cold Northern study, staring at his spreadsheets. I think of Elara in her silk gowns, playing at being Luna. I am coming for your prestige, I think, the silver thread flashing in the lamplight. I am coming for the one thing you love more than me—your pride. By the time the sun breaks over the horizon, the first inch of the shattered mirror armor is complete. It is jagged, but it is beautiful, and it is the most rational thing I have ever done.

The roar rising from the endless abyss shook every realm at once. The shattered battlefield trembled violently beneath everyone’s feet. Deep cracks spread across the ground like spiderwebs, swallowing broken weapons, fallen creatures, and ancient ruins. The sky above darkened as the last remaining stars disappeared behind a sea of black clouds.

A crack in the wall I had built around my heart. Maybe one day that crack would grow into something bigger. But today, it was just a crack.

Susan Jackson has always aspired to be a successful fashion designer. Unfortunately that dream was beginning to look impossible after numerous rejection from the number one fashion company in New York. Faced with the opportunity to compete with various students for the opportunity to finally become a designer in the Beautyspy fashion company. Susan will do anything to make sure her dreams come true, even if it means working closely with her old crush Joseph Crown, CEO of Beautyspy fashion company and her despicable step sister Amelia Friday.

--- A deep vibration passed through the ground. The golden towers shook. People ran into the streets. The newly restored trees began losing their leaves. The rivers stopped flowing. The Star Realm's brief moment of hope was disappearing. Lyra held Ariana's hand. "Are they going to destroy us?" Ariana looked at the darkness. "I won't let them." The First Star appeared behind her. "You cannot defeat them with strength." Ariana turned. "Then how?" "They have no bodies." "They are shadows given form."

Boom! When he fell to the ground, the potent pressure on his body also crashed into the ground, causing cracks to form instantly. The cracks spread out, and the star was instantly shattered. James stood on a piece of the shattered star and used his strength to withstand the pressure on his body. He looked at Henrik and grinned. However, his face showed a slightly pained expression. He said, “Couldn’t you have held back a little?” “If I held back, it wouldn’t be enough to achieve results. Also, the new universe’s space is still unstable. I might shatter it with too much force. This place isn’t suitable to train.”

Clara's POV The absolute, ironclad reality of Mark’s threat didn't just hurt; it shattered whatever fragile remains of my spirit I had managed to scrape together. When he finally pulled his hand from my jawbone and strode upstairs to scrub my presence off his skin in the master shower, I didn't move. I remained pinned against the cold kitchen wall, my shoulder blades pressed flat against the drywall, my lungs gasping for air that felt thin, sharp, and stripped of oxygen.