Romans & histoires Shattered Stars

The stars vanished silently. Three entire realities— Dark in an instant. Not destroyed. Worse. Unmade. Luke stared in horror as those worlds simply… ceased to function. Their skies folded inward. Their laws dissolved. Their existence unraveled into impossible fragments. And then— Nothing. The structure convulsed violently around the loss. The presence recoiled like it had been stabbed. “…reality failure confirmed…” Lily’s grip on Luke tightened painfully. “Oh my god…” The hand reaching through the shattered seal flexed slowly—

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

Chapter 138 – The Shattered Star’s Reckoning The shattered star pulsed in the nexus’s starfield, its jagged fragments a constellation of broken light, each shard a scream of betrayal that tore through the void, casting jagged shadows that danced with malice. Jessica reeled in the collapsing abyss, her golden glow a dying ember, her hollowness a howling wound, slashed open by Echo’s venomous accusation “You let me die” her childhood friend’s blade gleaming as it arced toward her heart. Malric’s hydra, a fusion of every weaver’s wrath Sereth, Verath, Vorath, Sylvara, Caleth, Elyra, Aethra, Null, Auris, Veridias, Omnis, Nihil, Eternis, Liora, Verith, Vynia loomed, its threads weaving a cage of

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

I lifted my head from Hunter's chest and watched the shards rise off the stone, the dozen splinters that had torn my chest and every fragment scattered across the floor, lifting into the air and catching the last of the dying eclipse-light. For a moment they hung there, the wreckage of ten thousand years of certainty, turning slowly. And then they broke apart further, into thousands of points of silver light, a whole galaxy of them filling the chamber, more sparks than there had ever been shards, more light than the crown had ever held. And they flew.

Wendy Fisher loves me with all her heart. Ten years ago, she was willing to trade her life to save mine. I give up my money, power, and identity without hesitation to elope with her. But when I go into shock from blood loss after a car accident, I can't get through to her on the phone. At that moment, her assistant posts a picture on Instagram with the caption, "Reunited as a family of three, safely and happily." In the photo, I see Wendy holding the baby's hand. She's so happy that she's even forgotten to take off her wedding ring. It turns out even a love forged in life and death amounts to nothing more than this. I smile bitterly and dial my stepmother's number. "I want to restore

Shatter! The glass pane of the abandoned hangars side office exploded inward as Marcus hurled his shoulder against the frame. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and sharp shards skipped across the oil-stained floor. He didn't wait for the dust to clear. He reached through the gap grabbed the manual iron deadbolt and twisted it with a loud snap. The sound echoed through the hangar.

--- The Shardfall is aptly named. It's a region where the fabric of Lunareth itself seems to have come undone—massive chunks of land floating in midair, connected by bridges of solidified magic that shimmer like glass. Some of the islands are stable, anchored by ancient obelisks that hum with power. Others drift slowly through the air, their paths unpredictable and dangerous. Below them all, visible through gaps in the floating landmasses, is the Core Sea—that luminous blue-white abyss that marks the heart of the Shattered Sphere.

The pillar’s surface began to crack. Not shatter. Not yet. Hairline fractures spidered out from where my hand touched, racing up and down its length. Light leaked through them in thin, white‑hot streams. Around us, consoles blew in showers of sparks. Screens shattered one by one, their glass fronts exploding outward like they’d been hit from behind. Shards hung in the air for a second, then dissolved into code‑snow—tiny symbols burning as they fell.