Novel & Cerita The Shattered Realms Series

He holds out his hand, looking me in the eye, “Want to see it then?” I hesitate before resting my hand in his. Before I can blink, the whole scenery changes. “Don’t let go of my hand,” Damien says, calmly. I squeeze his hand in fright as I find myself standing in the middle of what looks like a battlefield. Fighters are rushing past us. Blood is being splattered everywhere and I move closer to Damien, overwhelmed. “Three realms existed,” he murmurs as a blood soaked elf runs past us, stabbing a sword into a male’s back. “The demon realm, the realm of Others, and the human realm.”

Torn between loving his wife and finding his childhood sweetheart. The countries and places in this book is completed made up with a little inspiration from the real world. I will try to give brief introduction of the places and try to be as clear as possible with where each places is located (Just to let you know, I will only be talking about the ones most relevant to this story). There are 3 continents in this world: Estellia is the biggest continent in this world, Droina is the second continent and Agrary is the smallest continent. Earkria is a country located on the west of Estellia and Ernia is a country located on the south of Estellia.

A PAWN & A KING ~ALICE’S POV~ I was still standing there, staring at the door Noah had just walked through, trying to piece my sanity back together. But that was the thing about sanity. Once it cracks, it doesn’t take much to shatter. A low groan cut through the silence. I turned slowly, my stomach flipping as I saw Edward stir on the floor. Another groan, and he rolled onto his side, wincing as he dragged himself up onto his elbows.

“And look what became of him.” “Enough.” Soren raised the sword, its light flaring. “You’re trying to turn me.” The being smiled. “No. I’m trying to free you. From your guilt. From your limits. From the illusion that you can hold balance without breaking.” It raised a pale hand, and the realm shattered around them. Suddenly, Soren stood in the ruins of the old world — blackened skies, oceans of ash, cities devoured by flame. His sword glowed fiercely, but its light only made the desolation starker.

she whispered. The Ancients replied, "It is the Heart of the Realms. You must bind to it. Or they will collapse." Isabella extended her hand, breath shallow. The moment her fingers brushed the crystal, a torrent of visions overwhelmed her. She saw the world fractured into realms: the Mortal Plane, the Spiritlands, the Abyss, the Heavens, and the Shadowlands—all hanging by threads of flame. Each thread burned with agony. She screamed. Arthur ran to her, but a force flung him back. The crystal clamped onto her aura, drawing in her energy. Symbols poured across her skin like liquid gold. Her eyes turned white. Her voice, when she spoke, was not hers alone.

“This is the Old Realm. The New Realm is gone. I—I destroyed it.” But the truth pressed in on me like a blade against my throat. The connection. The same ache, the same twisting magic that had haunted me since the destruction. Somehow, someway, the rift wasn’t contained to Earth, to the New Realm. It was here too. Like the realms themselves had bled into one another, space and time tangled, fated to rip open again and again until everything collapsed. “Bloody fate,” I spat. “I hate you.” The cabin shuddered. The walls creaked, dust spilling from the beams above. One of the creatures slammed its claw against the side of the house, leaving a deep, burning scar on the wood.

Like part of me was still sitting in that room, staring at that order, trying to rewrite what couldn’t be rewritten. I walked out of the building like a ghost, silent, hollow, drifting instead of moving with purpose. The air outside hit me first. Too warm. Too bright. Too sharp against skin that suddenly felt too thin. The world was still moving. People were still laughing. Cars were still honking. The sun was still shining as if nothing, absolutely nothing, had shattered. It felt almost offensive, the way life carried on around me. Like the universe was mocking, the destruction roaring quietly inside my chest. Like my entire world wasn’t lying in pieces around my feet while everyone else st

Elena I’d always thought the worst part was over. That once the marriage ended—once the shouting, the betrayal, the divorce, and the long custody battle had all burned themselves out—I’d finally reached the calm after the storm. But peace is fragile. It cracks when someone like Daniel breathes your name again. When the past refuses to remain buried. And tonight, it shattered.

Shattered Mate Bond: Book 2 Broken and Listening Sera pov The voices filtered through the haze of medication like radio stations cutting in and out. Male. Deep. Familiar in a way that made my chest ache even through the fog of painkillers. Aiden. My mate. The one who didn't want me.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"