Shattered Universe Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Forty-three million. Down from three billion at your universe's creation. We have been dying since the moment we were born. The mirror gets the shadow of your light. We get the shadow of the shadow. The scraps of the scraps." Jack's gut twisted. Forty-three million beings living in a universe made of leftovers. Existing on the fading echo of an echo. "And the other eleven?" Jack asked. "The ones coming through the other cracks?" "They are hungrier than I am. Reflection Seventeen is relatively stable. Reflections One through Sixteen have populations ranging from a few hundred to none at all. The darkest reflections are not universes anymore. They are wounds. And wounds want to be fed." The c

“And you’re stalling.” “Observing,” the Shadow corrected. The fracture widened. A second line formed. Then a third. The entire threshold realm—this space of pure opposition—began to splinter like glass under pressure. Ethan’s eyes narrowed. “What did you do?” The Shadow stepped back. Not in retreat. In release. “I removed the boundary.” The world shattered. --- The Collapse of Isolation The threshold didn’t dissolve. It broke open. And everything flooded in at once. Pain.

"Or are we just delaying the inevitable?" Before he can answer, pain explodes through the bond. All of us screaming. Falling. Luna's voice echoes in our minds. In our souls. "I'm sorry, Mama. But I can't wait three days. The universe is dying faster than we thought. I have to reset it now. Tonight. In one hour. Forgive me." The bond shatters. All six of them. Breaking apart. Severing. We scream. The pain beyond anything I've ever felt. Like my soul is being ripped out.

Eeeeeeeee. I fell. I fell through the floor of the world. Through the darkness of the Void. My stomach dropped into my throat. The wind tore at my skin. I landed on a plain of white ash. Thump. The sky was bleeding. I looked up. The Shattered Moon was no longer silver. It was a deep, clotting crimson. The fragments were moving. Grinding against each other with a sound like tectonic plates screaming. GRIND. SCRAPE. They weren't orbiting anymore. They were collapsing.

The sphere began to rotate with a hum that vibrated through everyone’s bones. “Ready?” Alina whispered. Casius nodded once. “Always.” For a heartbeat… everything became perfect, peaceful as it should have been. The sphere stabilized. The runes glowed. Shadowmere answered their call with ancient grace. Their departure would be safe. Seamless. Predictable. And then— The Circle Shattered. Collapsed inward. CRACK. The violent sound split the air like a lightning bolt striking stone. Shadows convulsed. The sphere spasmed violently, the once-smooth surface buckling inward.

The rift had grown impossibly wide, a jagged tear in the Void where multiple realities collided and overlapped. The fragments of shattered worlds spun chaotically, colliding and folding as though the universe itself were convulsing in pain. Shadows deeper than night stretched across the fractured landscape, writhing like living smoke, probing for weakness.

But now, all of that was gone, replaced by a cold, empty void that left her feeling hollow inside. For the first time in her life, Elara didn’t know how to go on. She didn’t know how to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart, didn’t know how to find the strength to keep living. All she knew was that the world she had once believed in was nothing more than an illusion, a cruel joke that had been played on her from the very beginning.

If not, I want to die rather than put her through the agony of raising children in our living hell. The day finally arrives. The last computer has gone down. Central Control itself is barely functional, running off of backup solar panels. Working together, the ten manage to separate out some of the world's major functions, like gravity and atmosphere- no one on the outside has any idea what our "world" really is- but that's it. Planetary rotation failed long ago, and they can't restore it. They can't get the water system to work with anything resembling reliability. Control has just one water pump and filter, one that needs repair every other day, but it's just a matter of time before it fai

“The future is not something you inherit. It’s something you create.” 🌌 The old universe was dying. Stars shattered like glass. ✨💥✨ Galaxies collapsed into streams of silver light. Entire timelines unraveled before everyone’s eyes. The sky itself cracked from horizon to horizon. ⚡ Reality had reached its limit. ⸻ Not because it was weak. ⸻ Because it had carried too much. ⸻ Too many dreams. Too many stories.