Novel & Cerita The Shattered Realms Series

The Death (Wastelands provinces) was the strongest among the four minor realms, and the Black-horn City was also in the Death (Wastelands provinces). The four major realms were Sea (Wastelands provinces), Abyss (Wastelands provinces), Sky (Wastelands provinces), Hades guidelight. In the Wasteland Sea, there was a force called Desolate Seas, whose strength was unfathomable. It had always been said that "Once Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token appears, the sun will not set". That was to say, if any sect suddenly received Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Token one day, then this sect would be destroyed by Sea (Wastelands provinces)'s Desolate Seas before sunset.

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.

**This is the third book in the Guardians Next Generation Series. It can be read as a standalone book but will have references to events that occurred in Shattered Bonds. This book will run in a parallel timeframe to Shattered Bonds. Events in this book will overlap with events in that book. Maeve Three Years Ago

I asked, hoping for something better, but fearing the worst. "it didn't just burn it." he said, his voice a bit more sharp. "it literally cracked the whole world sideways. The veils between dimensions, realms, spirit and living are all full of fractures now. There aren't so many right now, these fractures. But they are growing." I chewed on my bottom lip as I stared out into the ruined scorched lands as well. The wind whooshed through the blackened trees, and I thought I could hear whispers within them.

But now, all of that was gone, replaced by a cold, empty void that left her feeling hollow inside. For the first time in her life, Elara didn’t know how to go on. She didn’t know how to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart, didn’t know how to find the strength to keep living. All she knew was that the world she had once believed in was nothing more than an illusion, a cruel joke that had been played on her from the very beginning.

Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school. It's currently 6 am and I'm already dressed for school which doesn't start until 8. I could barely sleep after the events of last evening. I was dreading walking through the beige halls of Greenhall and seeing the disdain on the faces of hundreds of elitist kids. They already despised me, who knows what they'll do to me now? Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive?

13 Peace once dominated this world. And sadly, the only proof of its existence is engraved on deteriorated papers. The once beautiful realm is now divided into four kingdoms, governed by each of their ruling classes. The Vampires from the Northern, the Werewolves from the Western, the Magicians from the Eastern, and outcasts from the Southern. Fates intertwine with each other, and yet they stray far from each other's orbits, almost but never touching. Many yearn for the union, but some terrible mistakes cannot simply be bypassed, and thus, the ruins and the scars inevitably ruin all hope—perhaps, it may never mend. But there will always be dreamers, they say...

“Accountability for what? We stopped the unmaking. We rejected the Want. We gave Agnes to hold this world together.” The presence shimmered, and the fracture widened, revealing glimpses of other worlds—not possibilities, but realities, each one crumbling under the weight of their own choices. A world where Rowan had fallen to vengeance, his blade dripping with blood. A world where Aelira had bowed to the goddess, her eyes empty. A world where Selene had never merged with the Veil, and the realms had burned. A world where Elyra had embraced exile, and the shadows had won.

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

Every pack sending distress calls reported the same – waves of creatures, targeting anyone with divine blood or bonds. "They're testing," Volkov said. "Seeing how much pressure the realms can take before—" The world cracked. Not metaphorically. An actual crack appeared in the air, spreading like fractured glass. Through it, I glimpsed other realms – the Flame Realm where everything burned eternal, the Winter Realm of Volkov's power, the Void where nothing and everything existed simultaneously. And in that Void, something massive turned its attention toward us. "Don't look at it!" Volkov commanded, but too late.