The Shattered Realms Series Novels & Stories

PROLOGUE The battlefield was ruined—scorched earth, broken stone, and skies ripped apart by magic that should never have existed. Mountains had crumbled into blackened dust. Rivers boiled and twisted away from their beds, fleeing the wrath that had been unleashed. The air reeked of ozone and blood, thick with the scent of burnt gods and shattered spells. Corpses lay strewn like forgotten relics—mortals, celestials, beasts of realms unnamed—all silenced by the cataclysm that had torn through reality.

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.

world faded, replaced by the warm, messy reality of their parents. The Soul-Rifts across Aurum didn't vanish, but they Stabilized. They became "Shrines of Reflection"—places where the shifters could go to face their shadows without being consumed by them. The world was no longer just a surface of gold and jade; it had Depth.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

The world split open with a sound like a thousand bells shattering at once. Veyra and Nyros were thrown through the rift, carried on tides of unstable magic, crashing into a realm where the sky bled silver and the earth groaned beneath them. Realms collided around them—shards of forgotten worlds spinning in a maelstrom of chaos. Mountains floated upside down; rivers ran backward through burning forests. The ground cracked and reformed with every breath. Veyra's paws hit the shifting earth, her muscles screaming from the unnatural pull of gravity. The sword—the Moonblade—glowed so fiercely it nearly blinded her, sensing the unraveling of everything it was sworn to protect.

“I am no longer bound. I am flesh and flame. I am child and god. And through me, both realms will bow.” The ground buckled. A fissure tore through the cavern floor, not downward, but sideways, like the earth itself had split into two different realities. Through the crack spilled visions: one side showing the Dominion’s realm of endless shadows, the other showing the mortal world, Sera’s world, her empire, the fragile peace she had fought for. And both began to bleed together. Sera staggered to her feet, clutching Liora, fury burning in her veins. “You will not touch my world. Not through her.”

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.

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.

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.