The Shards Novels & Stories

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

“Read that. Out loud, please.” I look at all of them before turning to the book. When the Shield Befriends its Predator It will foretell a change For winds and storms Will come to the land And strife will begin again. But with the Shield's touch The Predator is blessed So that when death befalls her She will rise again She will stand for the people She will stand for the land And she will fight for those Who are worthy of her love. I look up when I finish reading. “I still don’t understand. What does this have to do with Hera.”

My knees and waist were like being remodeled and I was experiencing intense pain. I couldn't continue to run and I bent over, placing my hands on the ground and went down on my knees, writhling in pain. I couldn't care about running or escaping again. I remained there for a long time until I felt the pain has greatly reduced. Deciding to stand on my feet again, I tried standing and lifting my hands with the intention of shaking the dirts away when I saw what my hands looked like. It wasn't my hand but my limbs. I saw long claws in place of fingers. I couldn't stand erect on my legs. I ran briskly and the speed with which I was running I couldn't imagine.

“So what are they trying to accomplish?” “Well apparently there are seven elements that make up something super strong, they are not sure what you are yet, they are working on it.” She said chewing her food. “They thought making you bound to Dremis would help him find out more about you, but it just made you sick so nothing helped.” “Good, I thought he was going to be in my head.” She said taking a deep breath. “We need to get our magic shields up, make it harder for him to get to us again,”

Hello Readers, We've finally updated Wonderings and replaced all of the repeated chapters with the proper chapters. Now that Wonderings have caught up to the present, we'll be working on Shards of Time. It'll take about two days atleast to catch up with Shards of Time since it'll be a bit more difficult for us. We'll be working on author-nim's raw files so we have to fix a few of the chapters to match with the story so please bear with us. We appreciate the support and understanding from the readers.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

"Alpha of the Northern Territories, master of the shadow packs, and bearer of a bloodline as old as the Oath itself. He is powerful, Aria. More powerful than most Alphas, and far more dangerous because his power is matched by intelligence and ruthless determination. If he has claimed you as his Luna, then the game being played is larger and more complex than simple mate bonds or pack politics." Aria felt cold settle into her bones despite the lingering warmth in her chest. "What game? What are you talking about?" "The shards," her mother replied, her voice dropping to barely above a whisper. "Fragments of the broken oath, scattered across the realms when the o

Even though I tried to silence them where I could, I couldn't get rid of the feeling that something was spreading. Xenia was standing in front of the map table when I arrived in the great hall. The new shard was wrapped in its cloth and pulsing faintly, as if it was eager to be seen, and Elric was there, too. "We cannot conceal them," Elric remarked. “The shards were designed to be located. Others will emerge here, in the wilderness, and possibly even between packs, if the Architect dispersed them.” "And if they are touched by others?" I enquired. Elric's mouth clenched. “The architect will then have additional pawns than we can count.”

Duncan and Oscar managed to stay on their feet, but they were forced to shield their faces from the blinding light. The black energy began to swirl around little Zach like a miniature tornado, but the boy didn't look hurt. He stood perfectly calm in the center of the storm, his silver eyes glowing with a cosmic, infinite power. Suddenly, a loud, horrific CRACK echoed through the courtyard. The ancient Shard of Destiny—a relic that had survived five hundred years of pack history and handled the blood of dozens of supreme kings—began to split down the center. Deep, glowing silver fractures raced across its surface.

and the devastation of them. Kael's face became stern. "Devastation? I believed the Keeper to have stated that they couldn't be destroyed. Zara turned the pages and stated, "That's what it said." However, this—this indicates differently. There is a method to unmake the shards, but they cannot be destroyed normally. The Ritual of Reclamation is the name given to it. Kael scowled. "What's involved in that?" Zara's face furrowed as she read the paragraph quickly. "All the shards must be brought together. They used to be a source of great strength and a component of a whole. They will revert to their initial state if they are reunit