The Shards Novels & Stories

She didn’t want to admit it, but she could feel it pulling at the fragments of the Heart’s power still lingering inside her. Marcus stepped forward, holding a thick, leather-bound book. “I found these references in the archives,” he said, flipping through the pages. “The runes on this shard match those from a forgotten relic known as the Shadow Core. It’s said to have been shattered centuries ago to prevent its full power from being used.” “And now we have a piece of it,” Lucas muttered, his voice heavy with frustration. “Great.” “It’s more than that,” Seraphina added. “If this shard survived, there could be more pieces out there. And if someone were to reassemble the Core…” She trailed off,

We couldn’t ignore the consequences anymore, the line we were about to cross. The building we were heading to was a dilapidated structure, a remnant of the city’s forgotten past. Its crumbling walls and shattered windows made it look like a place where even the sun had given up. But it was exactly the kind of place Marcus would hide in—a place that would give him the advantage, where he could see everyone coming but remain unseen.

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A variety of a dozen or so tents litter the small clearing. A small group is gathered around a fire, far off to our right, on the edge of the clearing, consisting of three Omegas Cody, David and Tony, and an Elder, Alazaer. The Omegas are each holding a glass beer bottle and seem to be taking turns trying to get Alazaer to laugh. However, each time, he just raises a thick gray eyebrow at them with a blank and unamused expression on his tan wrinkled face.

Given that one could die any of a thousand ways out here, I decided that obedience was the best way to live to see her in my bed that night. Five minutes passed… then I heard shouting. “Let’s move,” Forty ordered. We moved. I followed her instructions to the letter, and in just a minute, we were on our way out with our packs full of platinum scrap. The second my foot left the doorstep, I heard a loud bang and backed up again. Someone was shooting at us and I saw concrete chips flying. “Damn!” Forty swore. “We’re pinned… any ideas?” Me? I was brand-new to grand theft. “Not a clue.”

…the only alternative is reincarnation… (눈_눈) What was there to hesitate about? The shard trembled in agitation, “Great! It’s a deal!”, then with speed so fast that Noah was completely unable to react in time, it flew right into his chest. Noah felt no impact. Just warmth spreading all over his body from where the shard entered.

She wonders if this is how her life looks from the outside flawless surface, fractured underneath. Her mind drifts back to earlier that day. The meeting. The way Dane had refused to look at her. That same man who once traced her jaw with hands gentler than air now looked at her like she was something made of poison. She hates that it still hurts. Rae returns to the marble, strikes again, harder this time. The sound shatters the quiet. A shard chips off and falls to the floor with a dull thud. She closes her eyes, breath heavy, shoulders trembling.

"First, I have to find the shards and then I will take care of that Luna." ----

The shards. They weren’t gone. They weren’t destroyed. They had burrowed into the abyss itself. And now they were fighting their way back. The void shook violently as the golden shards ripped upward, colliding, sparking, bleeding energy that seared even Adrien’s skin. He staggered, one hand clutching his chest, awe and terror warring in his gaze. The figure howled, retreating as cracks spread wider across its form. “No! She cannot, she should not”

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.