Shikon Jewel Shards Novels & Stories

“We move slowly, deliberately. No rushing. Let them react to us instead of the other way around.” Bastion knelt near the edge of the rock, tracing the terrain with his fingers. “The shard is a tool, not just a weapon. Its pulse is responsive—it can detect Echo-Binder energy. Use it carefully. It will warn you of traps or presence, but it also reacts to fear. Keep your resolve steady.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the warmth from the shard seep into my veins. The pulse synced with my heartbeat, a steady thrum that reminded me of the vault, of my mother’s echoes, of the choices I had made. My confidence returned in small increments.

I try to walk further into her room but stop at the sharp pain under my leg. I hiss as I raise my right leg to look under my feet. "Shit," I mutter as I take the small piece of glass out. I ignore the small blood that ooze out and drop my legs to the floor. I'll be making a mess but who cares when the atmosphere feels amiss? It smelt of bad air. My phone rings. I take it out of my back pocket as I roam my eyes at the broken flower vase, light stand, and scattered beads on the floor.

The sight that greeted them was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal crystal, its facets pulsing with an inner light unlike anything they had ever seen. It thrummed with an energy that seemed to vibrate through their very bones. Professor Thorne, her voice barely a whisper, identified it as a celestial shard, a remnant of a shattered star, imbued with unimaginable power.

The crystal was larger than they had imagined, a massive shard of glowing, multifaceted stone that pulsed with a powerful, otherworldly light. The trio approached the pedestal, their hearts pounding with anticipation and relief. The Eldershard Crystal shimmered, casting a kaleidoscope of colors across the chamber. Just as they were about to take the crystal, a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, sending chills down their spines. The air grew thick with tension, and the temperature seemed to drop.

The battlefield was already trembling from Serena’s crown of shadows when the sky itself began to break. Cracks like silver veins spread across the face of the moon. Wolves raised their heads instinctively, howls caught in their throats. Then, with a sound like the shattering of glass heard through water, a piece of the moon tore free and fell. The shard was enormous—bright as a thousand suns, yet cold, burning the eye not with heat but with purity. It streaked downward, a comet of white fire tearing across the heavens. The moment it struck the earth, the world convulsed.

Shard’s Secret (Vera's POV) My boots echoed in the Starfang ritual chamber, the shard’s eerie glow pulsing in my hand like a second heartbeat. I was lucky that those bastards decided to retreat before I caught sight of them. It gave me enough time to get my bag. My torchlight flickered across stone walls carved with moon runes, their ancient curves whispering power. My necklace burned against my chest, its star-and-moon pendant syncing with the shard, sending a jolt through my alpha blood.

The air shimmered around her hand until the Luminis Shard came into view. Candice’s face went pale. “A Luminis Shard…” she whispered, staring wide-eyed at the now visible crystal. Candice took a shaky step back as if the shard itself radiated danger. “Are you insane?! Where did you get something like that? These things shouldn’t even exist anymore!” Uriel’s brows furrowed. “What’s a Luminis Shard?”

Silently. “Before we start,” Lucan said, his dark eyes flickering with so much love. He was focused as if he couldn't afford a single step to go wrong, “You should know what I brought.” I glanced at the three objects glowing on the sheets after he spoke. He carefully lifted the first. A thin crescent blade, clear as the wall, strong as a moonbeam. “This is a Moonshard,” he said. “It doesn’t cut skin. It cuts… the threshold between two Cores. It lets ours touch without hurting you.”

It rippled… then parted. A small platform rose from beneath the frost, holding a glowing shard of crystal. Light swirled inside it, bright and alive. Belle’s sigil pulsed in the center. A crescent moon overlapping a sun. My hand shook as I reached toward it. But the moment my fingers grazed the shard— Magic detonated. Not a blast. A surge. A shockwave. A violent awakening. My body jolted. The chamber shook. And Belle’s voice — faint, distant, spectral — echoed from the shard before it burst into dust.

Jack raised the shard of obsidian. "Gods don't choke."