The Shards Novels & Stories

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

Its light started to pierce through the fragmented realities, offering a beacon for the guardians to converge upon. Maris, seeing the shard's glow, whispered with hope, "Our bond... it's stronger than any shadow." United in purpose, the guardians began to fight their way towards the shard's light, their collective energies weaving through the fragments, seeking to reunite and confront the Embodiment once more. The battle for their future, their unity, was in full swing. As the guardians pushed through their respective challenges, the threads of their bond started to twine together, creating a tapestry of resilience against the dark onslaught of the Embodiment.

the shadown announced after shutting the magical globe. " How do I know that the babygirl is Minerva?" I asked. " Mate with her and you will see some visions and understand everything." was all the shadow said and vanished in thin air.

Fèmi also responded with funny emojis. "Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.

A small, encrypted data-shard was wedged into the structural joint, vibrating with a faint, violet light. I pried it loose. It was a sliver of black glass, no bigger than a fingernail, but the weight of it felt monumental. This was the unedited record of the Night of Shards—the truth that the Elders had formatted out of the pack's collective mind. I tucked the shard into the lining of my oversized sleeve, the cold glass pressing against my inner wrist. I needed to move. I needed to get back to the server basement before the drone’s docking cycle finished.

As I delved deeper into the recesses of my own mind, I realized that the shard was not a separate entity seeking to dominate me, but a manifestation of my own suppressed emotions and desires. With each passing moment in the soothing bath, I confronted the darkness within me, peeling back layers of uncertainty and fear to reveal a core of untapped power. The realization dawned on me that the shard was not an enemy to vanquish, but a part of myself that needed acknowledgment and acceptance. As I embraced this newfound perspective, a sense of clarity washed over me, cleansing my soul of doubt and insecurity. I turned to Gabe, whose eyes reflected pride and admiration, and whispered, “I’m ready.

A hollow, distorted smile stretches across my peeling lips. "Perfect..." I whisper into the quiet room. I turn back to face the mirror, staring deeply into the eyes of the broken girl looking back at me. For the absolute last time, I force a trembling smile to my lips as a hot, heavy tear spills over my lashes, tracing a slow path down my pale cheek. For the last time, I bear witness to my own shattered soul. For the final time, I vocalize the bitter, agonizing truths that have taken root in my mind.

I stared at the scarred ground where Darian had stood. “It means,” I said quietly, “the Claimants won’t come as tyrants.” Ronan joined my side, jaw set. “They’ll come as solutions,” he finished. Far away, another howl rose—different from Darian’s. Then another. And another. Ashael closed its eyes. “The shards are waking,” it said. “And each bearer will believe the same lie.” I swallowed. “What lie?” Ashael met my gaze. “That they are the answer.”