Novel & Cerita The Shattered Realms Series

Erica floating undauntedly just in front of him. And then, she began her narration. "In the beginning, there was darkness. But after sacrifices of time, effort and energy, the universes were created. Man was gifted monsters, the powers to defeat them, and the subtle gift of intuition." She swiped the air like one would do when using a tablet or android, and a different reality appeared. No longer one of pitch-black darkness, but one of something that looked even worse. Blood, pain, hunger and torment. The light was too dim to fully uncover this reality's details but it was audible enough to give your goosebumps, goosebumps. “The creators deemed it fit to try and correct what they felt was a

added Verna. Shaan continued, "Just as we were realizing how powerful he had become, he turned on Alnoc and hunted Verna. He denounced the Guild of Sculptors to which I belong as destroyers of civilization, when it was he who destroyed Alnoc’s glorious buildings and our masterpieces. I led my Guild to resist Sukram and to save Verna, but Sukram had already become too powerful. Eventually, he was able to capture me and using the power that he had amassed, casted a powerful spell that turned me into stone."

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Even as their fury clashed, one truth bound them: Serena’s flame still burned, faint and fragile. And they would tear the world apart to reach her. --- The Shadow Realm Serena gasped as she hit the ground—if it could be called ground. Black sand stretched in every direction, endless and shifting like liquid beneath her feet. Above her, the sky was a void scattered with silver stars, but the constellations twisted unnaturally, moving like predators circling prey. Her shadows recoiled against her skin, whispering in voices not her own. She clutched her arms, heart hammering, realizing she was no longer in the mortal realm.

Somewhere darker. A memory surged forward. Glass shattering. A window breaking. My voice screamed out, "Anthony, what are you doing?" but the sound was drowned by chaos. He stood with his back to me, shoulders tense, fists clenched, a man unraveling. Like a beast. I covered my ears, the sound ringing in my head. My heart pounded, rage igniting like a match struck too close to dry wood. My eyes filled with tears, but it wasn't sadness. It was betrayal. Boiling, blinding betrayal.

Pack’s pack, Tess—strike, guard! The shard’s hum intensified, the obsidian runes flaring, the ground within the chasm trembling, Veilshatter Echoes rising from the frosted shale, their forms coalescing into shadowy, decayed figures, their eyes glowing obsidian, their snarls a guttural echo, the air crackling with dark magic, the plateau’s wind howling louder, the chasm’s walls pulsing faster, the Veilshatter Echoes’ whispers a deafening roar, the ancient power stirring, the Shattered Veil a crucible for the pack’s fire, the battle for their legacy reaching its climax, the pale light dimming, the frost thickening, the scent of decay a chilling promise, the pack’s fire a beacon in the darkness

The pools across the valley began to move, every reflection shifting at once as if some greater pulse had rippled through the mirror’s remnants. Kaelen looked up at the bleeding moon. Its reflection no longer matched the sky—it was lower, closer, reaching. Mireya’s voice was barely a whisper. “The realms are collapsing.” Kaelen’s hand tightened on his sword. “Then we reach her before they become one.” The valley shook harder. Cracks split through the ground, and a low hum filled the air, growing louder until it became a single, piercing note that made the pools quiver like glass about to shatter.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

FREYA POV “Stupid me.” I smirk, removing Steve’s hand from my neck. Yes, the stupid one is me. I’m stupid in a way that I always allow my body to control my brain. I know Steve could make me melt with a single look, not to talk of touch. But I should have thought twice. The Steve here is not that same Steve. Steve here is shattered. He looks broken. Funny I didn’t notice that on time. I straightened my back and looked at him. I could tell he was confused; he noticed the way my mood switched, the heat in the room suddenly turning into something else. I looked at him closely. Funny. He still had that hard fighter's frame, but his eyes were different.