The Shattered Realms Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

--- The Shardfall is aptly named. It's a region where the fabric of Lunareth itself seems to have come undone—massive chunks of land floating in midair, connected by bridges of solidified magic that shimmer like glass. Some of the islands are stable, anchored by ancient obelisks that hum with power. Others drift slowly through the air, their paths unpredictable and dangerous. Below them all, visible through gaps in the floating landmasses, is the Core Sea—that luminous blue-white abyss that marks the heart of the Shattered Sphere.

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by

"She foresaw that the last surviving White Wolf would wander into my lands, carrying a power that can crush kingdoms. I need that power to destroy the packs threatening my borders." I took a deep breath, swallowing the shock. If he wanted to play cards on the table, I would play too. "Fair enough," I said, my voice hardening into ice. "Then you should know this, I only married you so you can help me fight my enemies." Damian raised an eyebrow, looking intrigued. "And who might those enemies be, little wolf? Give me their names, and my warriors will tear their lands apart by morning." I looked away, staring at the flickering candles in the tent. "No. I won't tell you."

I moved in and out of reality, my dreams full of terrible visions. In one, the world seemed to implode, taking both Candy and Mirele into a swirling vortex of hellish flames, desperately screaming my name as they fell. I had the faces of the various controllers scream at me, condemning me and my very existence. I found myself trapped in a small enclosure like one of the zoo animals, starving and weak, fed only when the zookeeper came in to use me for his sick, sexual fantasies. I heard the cries of dying children, the screams of the little girl I'd saved, and the roar of lions that pursued me relentlessly.

The rift had grown impossibly wide, a jagged tear in the Void where multiple realities collided and overlapped. The fragments of shattered worlds spun chaotically, colliding and folding as though the universe itself were convulsing in pain. Shadows deeper than night stretched across the fractured landscape, writhing like living smoke, probing for weakness.

(SHIP OF FOOLS) “THE WORLD THAT YOU HAVE KNOWN IS CURRENTLY UNDER THE LOOPS CREATED BY HIM. THE WORLD THAT IS SUPPOSED TO BE ONE NOW IS REFLECTED, DUPLICATE AND TURN INTO SEVEN, AS THE LAST IS THE ORIGINAL WHERE THEY ARE ALL STRUGGLING TO FIGHT IN THE PUNISHMENT, LIE, PRICE, AND CONSEQUENCE HE CREATED AND WROTE HIMSELF, JUST TO UNDERSTAND MY LOVE AND BRING ME BACK TO THE VERY BEGINNING. SHARD OF THE ROYALS IS TORN INTO SEVEN, AS THEIR MEMORIES TURN INTO KEYS SCATTERED ALONG WITH THE WORLDS AND BOOK, CREATING ALTERNATE DIMENSIONS AND PARALLEL WORLDS.”

The Veil’s voice whispers—Convergence, the heart must burn—and a new rift pulses, its void faint but growing, a whisper of the Voidborn’s return. I kneel, Aelys’s hand in mine, my voice steady. “We’ll face it, Aelys. Together.” The realm’s core hums, the Veil’s balance holding, but the shard’s tendrils spread, and the council’s truce frays, Seris and Kael’s eyes wary. I’m the Convergence—guardian and teacher—and as the Overveil’s shadow looms, Cassia’s fire, Renn’s loyalty, Maddox’s hope, Sylvara’s resolve, Aelys’s voice, Lysara’s redemption, Zorath’s spark, Valthor’s unity, and the keepers’ fragile alliance stand with me. The Veil’s heart endures, but a cosmic war brews, and with the new re

I couldn't help laughing. "Miss Hayes, there are only three such pieces of porcelain left in the entire world. One is at the Met Museum, another at the National Museum, and the last one…" I pointed at the shattered fragments on the ground. "…is right there. Where exactly do you plan to find a replacement?" "Stop bragging!" Yuri suddenly jumped forward. "The Hayes' antique business has treasures of every kind. And you expect us to believe yours is the most precious? You're just trying to extort us!"

-Alexander's POV- "I watched in horror as the realms merged. Somnium's darkness spread, infecting the mortal realm. Chaos erupted: wars, natural disasters, and madness. The balance was shattered." -Raven's POV- "I studied the ancient lore. The merge would create a new realm: Tenebrous. A realm of eternal twilight, where shadows ruled." -Amara's POV- "I felt Somnium's power coursing through me. My heart, now a nexus of darkness and light. Visions of the past and future collided.

I close my eyes, fighting an inner battle with myself before finally releasing a breath through my mouth and standing up straight. I looked at the man on the floor and was about to walk away when hushed voices reached my ears. I froze as I slowly turned, listening to what they were saying. ….“If he doesn't crown her as his Queen it would automatically disqualify him as being crowned King of the four realms.” An oddly familiar voice said and my brows furrowed. The four realms? That was the realm of werewolves, witches, faes and I think shapeshifters. I don't know if I was right but I think that was the four realms we had. And from what I know they're actually not at peace.