Shattered Universe Novels & Stories

Breakfast" Erica said and went past her daughter. She would talk a few senses into her after the breakfast is over. That morning, the large hall was filled with the few members of the ranger's pack that were yet to sneak away from the pack. Many had left secretly to find solace elsewhere. Many that lose their husbands and sons, left to find comfort in another pack and forget their sorrow and misery. A misery that Lukas plunged them into and a seed of sorrow he had planted in their hearts forever. Fred Wilson sat on the throne and his guards surrounded him. Some guards were at the door and some were keeping the boundaries safe. The entire pack had been subjected to a new system of power, whic

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—

Every love created grief. The being could not understand why creation accepted such pain. So it tried to fix it. The dream twisted. The world's shattered. Entire realities vanished. The being tried again. And again. And again. Each attempt ended in failure. Each failure created another dead universe. Another grave. Another ending. Until eventually… The creator broke. The vision shattered.

The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion. It’s a perfect, shimmering reflection of the Silvercrest mountain range—but the peaks are fracturing. The glowing silver lines reveal the hollowed-out centers of the northern granaries, the empty vaults beneath the palace, and the massive, bleeding red lines of debt connecting the Joyce family treasury to the High Council’s private accounts. The Shattered Mirror is reflecting the exact economic rot Emily intercepted in the dark. It is showing the entire world that the mighty Northern Empire is completely, utterly bankrupt.

Emilia's POV The universe screamed. Not as a sound carried on the wind or echoed among the stars, but as existence itself crying out in protest. The immense eye continued forcing its way through the shattered veil between realities. With every movement, space fractured, sending waves of darkness across the Celestial Realm. Entire constellations dissolved into dust, while the rivers of starlight that had once flowed peacefully through the heavens became violent torrents. The Celestial Palace trembled. Cracks spread across its crystal walls.

The universe erupted. It was not a sound of violence, but of pure, crystalline destruction. The café’s large front window did not crack; it disintegrated. A million shards of glass suspended in the air for a breathtaking second, a chaotic, beautiful, and deadly galaxy born from a single, precise point of impact. Time didn't slow. It simply broke into a before and an after.

"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."

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

“Arrghhhhhhhh,” I scream into my pillow as I talk to Dawn, Lala, and Bethany on a W******p group call. “What if I never see him again?” He was so... Ay. Ay. Ay... drop dead goooorrggggg... Those dirty, sinful thoughts alone soaked my panties. “Yessss! My girl is back in the game like she never left! New highlights, lips glossed, and the universe trembling!" Lala shouts.