Shattered Sword Novels & Stories

Cassius's voice was iron from behind me. But the assassin was a blur of black cloth and focused intent. His sword arced down. I threw up a hand, not in a plea but a command. A shimmering pane of fractured lavender light flared into existence. Metal met mana with a sharp crack. The shield held for a bare second before shattering like glass. "Again!"

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning. And I wasn’t done writing it yet.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

They bent their knees. She didn't sit on the throne. She broke it—with a single crack of her sword. And amidst the ruins of black salt and tears stone… The Citadel awoke anew. But peace never comes easily to cursed lands. Krishna's sword still radiated moonlight, dimly glowing in the broken room as the final pieces of the throne shattered beneath her. The rebels behind her wailed—some fell to their knees, others threw themselves to the floor, overcome by the strange silence after all that screaming.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

So, maybe lay off the self-righteousness a bit. "Impudent!" Feeling enraged, Chase directed his sword at Aria, letting it hang an inch away from her throat. In the next second, something incredible happened. His sword quivered for a while before it shattered. It was a famed sword, and yet it fell into pieces, just like that. Chase practiced arcane for a long time to acquire the sword. He was lauded as a genius arcane practitioner because he managed to pull this very sword out of the sword tomb. And yet, it shattered as if it was worth nothing.

His sword started to glow, and a powerful burst of light struck where the Swarm Queen stood like a lightning bolt. "Zephyr Slash!" The blade flashed brilliantly, carrying an unsettling presence around it. However, the attack was only half completed and was still in mid-air when the Swarm Queen extended her right hand ahead. The blade in her hand immediately struck upward. Clang! There was a loud clang, and the longsword possessing murderous intent broke into two…

He gets interrupted by Penelope before he can continue. "Raven has a red sword on the hind leg of her wolf with a crescent moon on her forhead. She is the warrior of the moon." I look at her dumbfounded. For one, No one was suppose to know about my wolf's appearance and two, I had no idea there was a red sword on my hind leg.

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.

Boro and Mika stood in the sand circle as the two finalists. The animosity between the two was so thick in the air it was almost palpable. Boro stood in the ready form, Crane In The Water, standing perfectly balanced on one leg, his sword held out before him. Mika stood in a form that Boro didn't recognize. Boro prided himself on knowing all the forms of classical, and modern, sword art, the fact he didn't recognize this one was puzzling.