The Shards Novels & Stories

"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

“It belongs with its guardian.” I took it. The shard hummed against my palm, a familiar, resonant cold. “And the others? The email said you knew where five were.” He nodded. “The remaining shards… they were scattered long ago, taken as trophies or lost in trades. My sources suggest they’re held in the vaults of several remote packs now. Isolated. Proud. One of them…” He paused, his eyes meeting mine meaningfully. “One of them has had strong ties to the Black Raven pack for generations. A deep alliance.”

"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

I burst into tears as I begged them, already knowing their plan. My shins scraped against tile, searing pain racing through my legs as one of them shoved the bar of soap inside me. "Please.stop." I beg, face flushed with pain. "Bigger than other cocks that have been rammed up your ass?" One prisoner taunted. The taunting grew louder. Then a warning shout from the back—"Guards!" The grip loosened and the soap plopped out of my ass. A fist smashed into my ribs, another across my jaw. “

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

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?

I moaned. “Hey, it’s not my fault the universe likes drama.” We approached the relic shelf warily. The shards Akira brought pulsed softly, forming patterns—circles overlapping circles, light threading through fissures. Jude frowned. “They weren’t doing that before.” I reached out, feeling a faint vibration under my fingers. “It’s not hostile. It’s… calling.” “Calling?” “Yeah. Like it’s reaching for something beyond this world.” The light brightened, spinning in a spiral before settling into a single beam that shot upward—brief, silent, beautiful. Then everything stilled.

This is where I knew the energy in the room was shifting—answering something else beyond us. I looked at the baby. “She opened the door. Can she close it?” Aerik’s breath caught. “You don’t close a shard, Damien. You enter it. Or it enters you.” A chill rolled down my spine. “What is, exactly, the hell is a shard?” “A shard of the world,” he called it. “Not time. Not memory. Something else. “At least something Jasmine stashed when she couldn’t kill it. “And now it’s waking up,” Elara spoke quietly. “Because of Nyra.” Aerik nodded. “She’s a tether. She binds echoes to breath.”

“I’m listening, but I’m not sure I like what I’m hearing so I might cut you short and send you out soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. All of which were fake to me. He thinks that he could shed crocodile tears to move me? “I made terrible mistakes. I didn't know what came over me. Leaving you, choosing Kiara… I ruined everything good in my life. And now, I’m paying for it. Kiara and I are done. The relationship was toxic. She’s…” He explained to me before trailing off. Kendrick shook his head in shame. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.”

Silence hung heavy in the room for at least seven to eight minutes before Roy went to take a puff in the corridor. He did not feel like himself. The anger and frustration did not make sense to him. Why was he getting worked up over something so petty? Before he could wrap his head around the whole thing, a loud crash sounded, followed by a sickening sound of shattering glass in Willow’s room. Roy opened the door to find Willow standing amid a broken pile of glass shards, a chair still clutched in her hands.