The Shattered Lands Novels & Stories

The shard began to crack, unable to process the High-Density Meaning of a species that refused to be forgotten. The Shattering of the Shard Kael let out a final Alpha-Howl, supported by the resonance of the Living Earth. The sound wasn't just a vibration; it was a Fact. The Void-Breaker exploded. It didn't leave debris but a Flash of Infinite Memory. For a brief moment, everyone on Earth saw every possible version of their lives-the tragedies they avoided and the joys they missed. Then, reality snapped back into place. The rupture closed. The stars that had been erased reappeared, flickering back to existence as the universe remembered they were supposed to be there.

I read until the sun came up and my tears ran dry. And I understood, finally, why Dante Marchetti's eyes were so cold. He'd married the daughter of his nightmares. And now we were both trapped in a house built on lies and blood.

stopped. "Steady," Roman’s voice cracked like a whip, his hand shooting out to catch Ellie’s arm as the ground beneath them groaned. Before them, the "fracture" was no longer a metaphorical threat. It was a physical wound in the sky. Above the highest peak of the North, the fabric of reality had been pulled taut and shredded. Shards of violet and obsidian light bled from the tear, casting long, distorted shadows that didn't move with the sun.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

The same way morning sunlight streamed in through the trees, all broken and golden and almost pretty enough to hide the sharp edges underneath. Almost. “Where is he?” I asked. Marcus said, “At the packhouse. He moved back in once things got bad enough for the medics to need him close.” A pause. “He stopped shifting six weeks ago. His wolf can’t keep up with it anymore.” Those words landed heavy. I knew what it meant up close—bond deterioration so advanced that the wolf side starts slipping away. First shifting hurts. Then it’s nearly impossible. Then it’s gone entirely. There’s nothing fair about it.

*To the woman I ruined but never ceased to love. Killian Blackwood leaned against the balcony railing of his penthouse, city lights shimmering in golden haze behind him. None of that beauty crossed his eyes. They were grave with desperation, churning with the fear that he was too late — again. Isla Carter's voice still resonated in his mind, low and trembling, at the back. *"I don't trust easy, Killian. And when you broke that. it wasn't just my heart you crushed. It was me."*

I quickly tried to grab it back from him, but to him, this was proof of my guilty conscience. The smile on his face grew, and he threw the necklace down on the ground hard. When the pendant on the necklace shattered, my heart broke into a million pieces along with it. I didn't care that my legs were still healing. I lunged to the ground and tried to gather up the ashes that had spilled from the broken pendant. When Steven saw what had fallen out of the pendant, he was clearly stunned.

The world fractured into a scream. The ground yawned open, swallowing sky and stone alike. Flames surged upward like rivers of molten wrath, while shadows poured downward like the ocean’s abyss. Adrien’s grip on Sera’s hand was the only anchor in the chaos. They fell. The roar of the collapsing wasteland drowned out thought, but Sera’s eyes, burning weakly yet unbroken, met Adrien’s. Neither let go. The chasm’s depth seemed infinite. Firelight clashed with shadows in a maelstrom of creation and destruction, colors bleeding into impossible shapes. It was not merely a pit, but a wound in the world.

At the border where the war raged, Lucifer and Allistair stood surrounded by the devastation of Chaos and Void. The land itself had been reshaped by their clash. The once-vast plain was now a shattered wasteland of cracked earth and scorched stone. Silver moonlight bled across the sky, tangled with devouring darkness that churned like a storm above them. Their powers had torn through the fabric of the battlefield so violently that the very air seemed warped, rippling with unstable energy.