The Shards Novels & Stories

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.

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.

Chapter Seventy-Two: Beneath the Surface Vanessa tapped her long, polished nails on the wooden table of the quaint café she'd chosen for her meeting with Clara. The scent of freshly brewed coffee filtered through the air, mingling with the soft hum of murmurs around her. Clara was already running five minutes behind, but Vanessa wasn't bothered. It gave her time to strategize. This wasn’t just a casual catch-up—it was a carefully crafted move to uncover the truth about Noah and Stephanie.

In Natasha's case, she was diagnosed with Chronic myeloid leukemia. In the midst of her thoughts, Natasha found herself overwhelmed with emotions. Tears streamed down her face as she reflected on her life's journey thus far. Memories flooded her mind, starting with the loss of her mother and the loneliness she felt growing up as the only female child. She also thought about her close friend Imade Martins, whom she had lost touch with over the years.

It was hard to see his wound, but it was obvious how deep it was when Nina dug her fingers into his back thigh. I felt the pain shoot up my leg at her attempt to remove his bullet and tried to suppress a yelp. It turns out we don’t only share pain when we are touching, but also the healing process. “He’s my…friend.” She snorted, but didn’t rebut what I told her. “What are you guys doing away from a pack? Shifters are almost always with a pack.” I shrugged. “Maybe we’re different.” “I said you had to tell me some things if I was gonna help out,” Nina warned as she stopped her pursuit to find the bullet.

“The shard—it’s still active.” She turned to face it, her jaw set. “Then we end this, together.” --- We approached the shard side by side, our combined presence steadying the chaotic energy swirling around it. Aria reached out first, her hands trembling but sure. I followed, placing my hand over hers. The energy surged, trying to repel us, but we held firm. Together, we channeled our strength, pushing back against the artifact’s dark power. The shard let out a final, anguished scream before shattering into a thousand pieces, the light fading as the fragments fell to the ground.

It shattered with a scream of metal and shadow. But the shards did not fall. They hovered, spinning, scattering into the air in a chaotic storm of glimmering glass. Each fragment seemed alive, whispering names, moments, half-formed memories. Varuun stepped back, eyes wide. “Selene… the shards—they are not under your control.”

“Unity? After what we’ve faced, you want to test us again?” Luna stepped forward. “It’s not a test of us individually. It’s about us as a team. We’ve survived together. We’ve fought together. We are ready.” The Aurakyn nodded, golden light rippling across their armor. “Then follow. The next shards must be aligned, or the Veil itself will fracture.” Navigating the Shards The path ahead twisted through the molten shards, each one larger and more unstable than the last. Some floated midair, connected to the Veil by thin tendrils of energy. One misstep could trigger a catastrophic eruption.

"We’re all out of it. Go on, get your bark and get out of here before the doctor catches you. He’s in a foul mood." I nodded and hurried out, my hand pressed against my pocket. I could feel the shard through the fabric. It felt like it was humming, a low vibration that made my skin crawl. I didn't go back to my post. I went to my small room in the barracks and locked the door. I sat on the edge of my cot and pulled the shard out. "What are you?" I whispered to the empty room. I remembered an old story my grandfather used to tell. He talked about the Shadow Shards—stones dipped in a poison so slow and so deep that no medicine could touch it. It didn't kill the body right away. It ate the soul