The Shards Novels & Stories

The Lunar Shard At the center of the ruins, atop a stone pedestal, the Lunar Shard pulsed with an ethereal glow. Kaelan stepped closer, feeling its power thrumming through the air. It was beautiful—translucent, with swirling silver light dancing inside it. "This is it," Leona whispered in awe. Kaelan reached out, his fingers brushing the surface. The moment he made contact, the world around him shattered. Visions of Destruction Darkness consumed his sight. Then— Flashes of fire. A battlefield littered with bodies. Wolves howling in agony. The sky, painted red with blood. He saw himself—not as he was now, but as the tyrant he had once been.

Another headline. Another blow. **"Haven's Hope Under Investigation for Fraud — Donors Withdrawing"** Killian's face turned white. "The shelter," he rasped. "They're targeting the shelter." Isla looked at him, horror dawning on her face. "They're going to shut us down," Janine whispered, voice trembling. "Killian — Isla — if we don't prove this is false right now, the board's pulling funding. The state's shutting us down."

I reply, my voice steadier than I feel. "The Primordial in Killian isn't going to wait for us to be ready. If there's a weapon that can face that kind of power, then I need it now, not when it's too late." The moment my fingers touch the dark surface of the Shard, pain explodes through every nerve in my body. Not physical pain—something far worse. It's the agony of potential being torn from possibility, of future threads being severed and rewoven in patterns that the universe itself resists.

The next shard, however, brought a wave of pain, the moment Lena had almost sacrificed herself to save Kaden. “You can’t protect everyone,” the shadow whispered. “We don’t have to,” Kaden said firmly, gripping the shard. “We just have to protect each other.” As they worked through the fragments, the bond began to glow brighter, the cracks healing. But as they reached the final shard, a cold wind swept through the void. “This one is different,” Lena said, her voice trembling. Zara's image was depicted by the shard standing between them, her presence acting as a wedge that threatened to split them apart.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

Tony looked at her, a little surprised that she knew so much. Guess you don’t know everything about me either. “You’re right, no one can withstand the influence of a Chaos shard. But there are two types of shards.” The one in me, is the shard of Ente.” He said. “The legendary shard of the Protector.” Azea said softly. “But that shard belonged to Xassin, how do you–“ She stopped suddenly as alarms blared inside the building. An object was headed for them. It had already passed the barrier and as dodged multiple missiles. It was too small to discern, but it shone a faint gold. “Faerie scout.”, Quinn announced, eyeing the screen.

“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,”

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.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

In rage at everything this war had cost, at everyone who'd suffered, at the future that should have been and never would be. Her power exploded outward in a final, desperate surge. The Shard shattered. Not a small crack. Completely and utterly destroyed. The explosion of light was blinding. White-hot magic that seared itself into my retinas even through closed eyelids. I felt the shockwave ripple outward through stone, through earth and through the very air itself. Every shadow creature within miles turned to dust. I knew this not because I saw it, but because I felt it. From the moment their corrupted existence simply ceased. Above us, Shadowfang's defenders would be watching in stunned sil