Shattered Universe Novels & Stories

She saw the original fracture event. Not destruction. Correction. A universe collapsing under the weight of contradictions that could not coexist. Creation required limits. Limits require a decision. A decision is required. Her will. The vision shifted again. She saw a future in which the fracture could be safely divided among multiple anchors. The war ended not through victory, but through inability to sustain the conflict. Weapons ceased functioning where the imbalance exceeded tolerance. Systems reliant on domination failed. Civilizations adapted or faded. Life continued. Then the image shifted once more.

“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.

“It doesn't matter. We don't have a choice. It just...happens.” I shivered. “But when I saw you, I didn't have flashes of the future.” “I did.” The way Nathan said it made it sound like that's all that matters. “I don't know anything about how this is supposed to work. Nothing like this has ever happened before, so I don't know how it's supposed to happen.” I stepped back and landed on the hard bed. I felt my world shattering around me. My whole world was already spelled out for me.

Marcus shoved him aside and, with trembling hands, snatched up the paper. The first line was written in bold strokes: "Application for Dissolution of Marriage. Applicants: Marcus Hale, Clara Wilder." Julia limped in behind him, trying to clutch his arm like before. "Marcus, my ankle hurts." Ruthlessly, he ripped his hand away. "Ah!" The motion sent Julia crashing to the ground for real this time, pain shooting up her twisted ankle. Her face contorted as she sucked in sharp breaths. Marcus gripped the divorce papers tighter, his face pale, and showed her no concern at all.

His hands continued to shake and tremble. He closed his eyes and leaned back on the couch to wait out the pain that was still running through his body, unknowingly falling into a fitful sleep. ***** In a dark room, the sound of things crashing into pieces rang through the air, after which there was a rebounding scream that held bone-chilling anger and pain cut through all the noise, the scream if heard by anyone their scalp would go numb and feel fear like anything else. But as it is, there is no one there to hear the scream but even so, the surrounding area started crumbling to nothing, the destruction spreading farther and farther wiping out entire galaxies of the face of the universe leav

And charged instantly via them. Breaking Reality Then on the spontaneous I touched them, the universe shattered. I wasn’t withinside the void anymore. It turned into memories. Not mine. Theirs. The first civilizations were erased. The oldest galaxies consumed. A battle earlier than time itself. And then— A imaginative and prescient of Earth. Of Vanessa. Of Rachel and Ethan. Still fighting. Still alive. I clenched my jaw. “I’m getting out of here.” The Harbingers whispered. “Then take our offer.”

Tonight, the rain came down like the day Edgar and Silas kicked me out of the car. But this time, things were different. I was standing under the eaves, watching them get drenched. They looked like a total mess, and their suits were all wrinkled. Silas was the first to speak up. "Cecilia! The board fired us, and now, we're blacklisted in the industry! We can't even get a job! How could you do this to us?"

Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving Second chance mate huh My resolve began to break and the little energy that I had been saving was beginning to waver So the universe actually gave me a second chance mate. A very shady and shitty one if I may add . I don't know why but I was surprisingly not surprised. As silly as that sounds. After all that I have been through this far, I don't think that anything can surprise me anymore Because,I mean, ... I don't even know what I mean

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.

The Triarchs were right—we don't have much time. We swim toward the temple's entrance, and the doors—massive things made of some dark metal—swing open at our approach. As if we're expected. As if something wants us to enter. The interior is vast and echoing, filled with that same diffuse light. Murals cover the walls, depicting scenes from before the Shattering—the Mother deity whole and radiant, her children gathered around her, a world of peace and beauty. And then the war. The Shattering. The Mother torn apart, her fragments becoming the gods we know now. And at the center of it all, a single figure—neither god nor mortal, but something in between—falling into the abyss.