Novel & Cerita The Shattered Lands

Where dawn should have been gold and gentle, it came instead in broken colors — a bleeding horizon of ash and silver, of beauty born from devastation. The fields beyond the shattered Sanctum glimmered with a fragile sheen. Ash mixed with frost, creating a landscape that seemed half-real, half-dream. The soil itself shimmered faintly — divine residue woven into the earth like threads of dying stars. Rivers of silver light wound their way through blackened stone, whispering softly in tongues no mortal could name. Every ripple carried echoes of prayers that once shook heaven — the last remnants of gods now gone silent.

Breaking her legs was from her past life, and he knew. Apparently, he had been reborn, too. That was why he could pull her out of harm's way just in time when the truck came, changing the outcome of her past life. "So, you're reborn, too?" she asked. He sighed, but his expression didn't soften. "This time, let's both move on." He turned to leave without another word. That night, Lillian walked home alone. When she tried her fingerprint to unlock the door, it failed.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

The rooftop was a war zone. Flames from the burning Foundation painted the night sky crimson, smoke curling into the air like black serpents. The wind howled across the ledges, rattling debris and scattering papers, wires, and sparks. The city below remained oblivious, the chaos above hidden from the world that depended on the fragments Nathan and Alina now fought to control. Nathan’s chest heaved as he faced Lucas, who clutched the glowing USB fragments like a lifeline. Behind him, Dorian stepped forward from the shadows, calm as ever, eyes glinting with cold amusement.

My knees and waist were like being remodeled and I was experiencing intense pain. I couldn't continue to run and I bent over, placing my hands on the ground and went down on my knees, writhling in pain. I couldn't care about running or escaping again. I remained there for a long time until I felt the pain has greatly reduced. Deciding to stand on my feet again, I tried standing and lifting my hands with the intention of shaking the dirts away when I saw what my hands looked like. It wasn't my hand but my limbs. I saw long claws in place of fingers. I couldn't stand erect on my legs. I ran briskly and the speed with which I was running I couldn't imagine.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

Or was this some new, insidious tactic, a deliberate silence meant to break me, to chip away at my resolve with the slow torture of uncertainty? I slammed my fist against the table, rattling the papers that clustered my desk. The dim glow of the office lights cast flickering shadows on the maps spread across the surface. They depicted the desolate stretches of the Deadlands, a wasteland carved by unforgiving winds and littered with the bleached bones of past conflicts. The Jared rogue camp, a festering wound upon the land, sat like a viper ready to strike at the heart of the kingdom.

The world trembled on the brink of collapse. From the shattered heavens, crimson rifts splintered across continents like jagged wounds. The sacred lands of the Silver Moon Pack were the first to fall under a creeping tide of shadow as Valeborne’s unholy power seeped into the world. Once-vibrant forests twisted into skeletal groves, rivers thickened into black sludge, and an eerie, mournful howl spread across the lands as the realms’ fragile balance fractured.

"This is the Realm of The Broken Stars. This is where all the mighty people from the river of time trained and honed their swords to the extreme." Danial froze, his brain barely registering what he had just heard. Realm of The Broken Stars? The river of time? His thoughts swirled in a mix of awe and disbelief. This place, barren and desolate, with crumbling dark structures scattered under a sky teeming with stars, was where legendary figures had trained. Ancient ruins lay half-buried in the ground—once proud monuments, now reduced to forgotten shadows. He could almost hear the echoes of their battles, whispering in the still air.