Shattered Universe Novels & Stories

Just a girl. Shattered.

The wave hit the crumbling walls of the Echoing Vault. And the Vault, a pocket dimension designed to contain impossible things, could not contain the release of its own anchor. With a sound that was the death scream of a universe, the Echoing Vault tore open at the seams. The last thing I saw was the shocked face of Nyx, the horrified face of Lyra, and the desperate, reaching hand of Kairi, before reality itself ripped apart, and we were thrown, scattered and alone, into the screaming chaos of the raw, unformed multiverse.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

> “You’re fracturing the harmony!” > “You’ll kill us all!” Evryn’s voice echoed across the multiverse. > “Then maybe we weren’t meant to be one.” She activated the collapse point. A pulse rippled outward—seven waves of potentiality, rewriting every particle of her twin’s fleet simultaneously. The first vessel shattered. Then the second. Then a chain reaction—ships imploding under the weight of their own contradictions. Evryn’s nose bled. Her heart raced beyond normal rhythm. But she held.

Dante. Everything went still the moment she collapsed. The clang of chains hitting the metal pole resonated into stillness, a stark and conclusive tone that lingered in the atmosphere. Even her screams appeared to be overshadowed by the darkness, and for a brief moment, it felt as if the entire universe had stopped. The silence was unbearable. Maybe—just maybe—I shouldn’t have killed the poor bastard. But the thrill was there, undeniable and electric, pumping through my veins the way it had earlier. That sharp rush, that surge of power, was like a drug.

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

“Run as far away as you can.” Then he stepped into the void. The moment he fell, cracks spread across the world. The sky shattered like glass, revealing a storm of black code beyond. The earth collapsed. Reality dissolved into streams of data. Adrian. Sharon. Everyone in the kingdom. All of them broke apart into countless points of light before vanishing into the void. The world collapsed. “Host, we're deeply sorry for what happened.” The system's voice sounded distant. “We nearly allowed you to suffer a fatal injury.”

She had watched the footage of the woman in a ruined dress collapsing on the steps of a bakery in a rainstorm. She had never intervened. Not once. She had made a deal with the universe a long time ago. She had agreed not to interfere. She had agreed to watch and do nothing. That had been the price of her own freedom, and she had paid it faithfully for thirty-one years. But something was changing now.

Sage's POV The shockwave rippled through the car, shaking the frame, rattling the windows. The vehicle shuddered but held. Good thing it was built strong, military grade, designed to withstand more than just a bumpy road. Debris rained down on the roof, clattering like hailstones, and I ducked my head on instinct, waiting for the sound to stop. What was happening? We were under attack. Here, in broad daylight.