Shattered Sword Novels & Stories

He took a step closer and the man raised his gun back up at me to defend himself. “It's either her,” the man nodded his head towards Hyene still lying, bleeding on the floor, “or her.” His hands moved the gun slightly up and down in a signal of pointing. “You pick, Shape Shifter.” Nathan's gun went off and the man staggered back, clutching his leg in agony. Blood oozed from the gunshot wound and the Spirit started going crazy again, shifting his vision from me to the blood pouring onto the cement. “How about neither?” Nathan said and walked over to help Hyene.

Danial’s sword, unable to withstand the sheer force he’d exerted, shattered into pieces, shards of steel scattering in the aftermath. The sheer force sent waves of wind surging through the hall, pushing students back. Some fell, scrambling to cover their heads from the debris, while others staggered against the intensity of the blast. As the dust settled, the hall fell silent. Through the haze, Danial stood in the center of the platform, his figure calm and unshaken despite the broken sword in his hand. His posture remained steady, his stance unyielding, as though frozen in the final moment of his technique. He exuded an aura of quiet, unbreakable resolve.

I hear her yelp of pain as she collapses. As if in slow motion, I see Aolis scream Lily’s name. He lifts his sword high into the sky drawing the lightning into his sword. He looks down at Hera, lying at his feet before bringing the sword down to the ground beside her, causing the earth to shake violently and electricity to move out in every direction. His motion is so powerful that the sword is plunged to the hilt in the rocky terrain.

Swoosh! Terrifying Sword Qi rolled out, and four huge swords stood around him. Although they were just sword shadows, they caused mountains and rivers to collapse. The ground rumbled, and huge cracks continued to spread. Rumble! The world trembled as the four sword shadows slashed toward the four Demon-slain Fingers. Boom! The world trembled and faded. The first sword shadow stood on the first Demon-slain Finger. The finger was destroyed, and a terrible storm covered the sky and the sun. The mountains within a radius of hundreds of kilometers were collapsing.

She cried for the dreams that had been shattered, for the illusions that had been torn away, leaving her with nothing but a hollow emptiness. When the tears finally subsided, Elara was left with a heavy sense of resignation. She had to face the truth—Cassia was right. She would never truly be part of the family, no matter how hard she tried. She would always be an outsider, someone who didn’t quite fit.

How could we find our way when every ally we had was either a shadow or a threat? We had lost Langford. A man who, despite everything, had been our biggest ally. He had given us the chance to take down Damien, and for a while, we had thought him on our side. But the truth had shattered that illusion. What else had he been hiding? How much more of this world had we been blind to?

The air split apart as the energy shot straight toward the demonic figure. The two forces collided, scattering a ring of blazing sparks. The sword's shadow shattered, dispersing into countless glowing fragments while the demonic figure also crumbled into nothingness.

I gripped it tightly, feeling the rough texture beneath my fingers. With all the strength I had, I swung at Calantha, aiming straight for her chest. But before my blade could even come close, she flicked her wrist, and the sword shattered into dust. My heart pounded as I jumped back, barely avoiding her next attack; a whip of water that lashed toward my legs.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"