Novel & Cerita The Shattered Realms Series

Veyra's cloak billows, the veils of shattered worlds whispering secrets even the Weaver fears. "Decide," Veyra purrs, her void-eyes reflecting the boy's throat. "Or I'll peel the choice from your bones." Eden steps forward, shielding me. "You want the storm? Take it. But you'll need to carve through me first." Veyra laughs, a sound like glaciers calving. *"Oh, little king. You're already dead."* She snaps her fingers. The desert *ruptures*. --- **The Shattered Temple**

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

They ran through the valley. It had been, in the brief moments before the realm's final convulsion, a place of strange beauty—a meadow stretched between the boundaries of the between-place, a green expanse that had seemed to promise peace, a resting point before the final ascent. Now it was a battlefield of collapsing dimensions. The grass had become glass, shattering under their feet into fragments that hung in the air, suspended by the same law that was now breaking apart. The sky had become a river, flowing upward, carrying with it the debris of a thousand shattered bargains, a million discarded promises, the accumulated wreckage of a system that had governed death for longer than memory.

"And if I refuse?" "Then your father goes to prison. Your mother loses everything. Your sister—sweet, ambitious Lila—loses her trust fund and her reputation." His fingers traced my collarbone, and I fought not to flinch. "I will destroy everyone you love, Aria. Systematically. Thoroughly. Until you have no choice but to cling to me." This was the Richard I remembered. Not the charming businessman from the first timeline, but the monster underneath. Somehow, my defiance had accelerated his cruelty.

Given his crimes and the fact that he had lost everything, along with the coldness I could not quite hide, it was inevitable that he would be taught a harsh lesson by someone: what it felt like when everyone turns against you. Throughout his lengthy prison term, he would be haunted by the taste of betrayal by his lover and the cunning traps set by his rivals. Everything has settled then. Standing at the floor-to-ceiling windows in the capital company's headquarters, I gaze down at the vibrant city below. Ruby used to be my everything. I would have sacrificed so much for her. However, I see that it was just a prison of my own making. Seven years of marriage was nothing but an elaborate dream.

Silver light erupted through the sanctuary. Boom. Ancient runes ignited across the walls. Boom. A new vision appeared. Not a memory. A possibility. Everyone saw it. A future. The three Sovereigns standing together before the Heart. Light. Shadow. Oblivion. The prison restored. The world saved. Then the vision shifted. Another future. The Heart shattered. Darkness consumed kingdoms. Cities vanished. Mountains disappeared. The sky itself unraveled. The world ended. The vision vanished. Silence followed.

A computer sat in the corner of the desk and there was a bookshelf along the adjacent wall. It would have given off a professional vibe if not for how trashed it was. Papers were scattered and torn all over the surface and floor, making the floor look white and black, hiding the dark carpet underneath. The computer monitor was shattered and laying uselessly on its side with the mouse and keyboard completely yanked off and thrown over to the other side of the room. The books on the shelves joined the papers on the ground. The different colored covers set off a contrast to the overwhelming black and white, but left the shelves looking dull and empty with the bare wood exposed.

Chapter 56: On a Throne Of Blood and Shadow The moment my fingertips skimmed the surface of the book, the world crumbled. I wasn’t falling. I wasn’t flying. I was unraveling. A million shards of reality shattered around me, warping, folding in on themselves, each with a flickering image—glimpses of things that were, things that could be, things that never were. And at the center of it all—

A jagged, unstable rupture opened like a wound— and from its depths, a storm of raw, unfiltered magic poured out, spiraling in violent waves that struck the plane like a tempest. The Fractured appeared at the edge of the rip— their cloak shredded, their starlit eyes wide with horror. “SHAPER! KEEPER!” They pointed behind them, voice breaking: “THE REALMS ARE TEARING THEMSELVES APART— AND THEY’RE COMING THROUGH!”

Born By Power is a book series that is fixed on various realms. Realms that started up with earth and expanded to many more. Those realms are as follows. 1) Earth Compass - Centred 2) Other Worlds • Eregdrix • Raphael's Realm • Marvava • Gefion's realm Compass : North 3) Bridge Of Life And Death - Afterlife • Heaven • Hell Compass : East 4) Land Of The New Gods Compass : West 5) Realm Of The Fates : Abaddon