Novel & Cerita The Shattering Book

The girl who swore, with her last breath, that she would never bow again. So I don’t bow. I burn. Light erupts from me—blinding, searing, a nova tearing through the dark. Gold threaded with violet fire, laced with shadow too deep for mortal eyes. It rips through the runes, devours the chains, unravels the bond thread by thread until— It shatters. The sound is a universe ending. Kael is thrown back, slammed into the ruins with a crack that shakes the ground. Shadows lash wild, uncontrolled, screaming like beasts as they recoil from me.

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.

She was powerful and could even be more powerful than now. We all stood still for a few seconds, breathless and shaking. The silence after chaos was deafening. Sherry’s shield had obliterated the shadows, turning them to dust in a wave of blinding light. The air still shimmered with the aftershock—like reality itself was trying to realign.

For one blinding second, I saw stars— And the moment I touched it—the light died. Abrupt. Final. Like a candle snuffed in the dark. The books slammed shut around me, one by one, like mouths closing after a secret. The walls groaned. Not loud, but long. Like something deep beneath the floor had shifted its weight. And from somewhere behind me, a voice breathed: "That one isn’t yours to open." Hope shattered like glass in my chest. I felt every piece fall. I turned, slowly, heart in my mouth, breath lodged somewhere too deep to reach.

Instinctively, I looked away, deciding not to engage, and quietly waited for my ride. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet of the street. "So you're turning me down? Is that it?" Before the words even finished, the woman spun around and rushed directly toward me. Her eyes glowed with a wild fury, and the blade of a knife gleamed in her hand. I froze. My feet were stuck to the pavement, and I was unable to process the danger. I just stood there in shock as she ran at me, holding the knife high. Just when I was overwhelmed with despair and certain I couldn't escape, someone suddenly jumped out from behind and threw himself in front of me.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

I sat under the big tree behind the library.It was the only place that still felt untouched by whispers and stares. The air was still, like the world paused just to watch me break. A soft breeze brushed my cheek, but it couldn’t dry the tears already falling. I buried my face in my palms and let the sobs escape. “I didn’t mean for it to get this far,” I whispered to myself, shaking my head. “I just... In fact,I had not enough reason to set her up badly.

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

My knees and waist were like being remodeled and I was experiencing intense pain. I couldn't continue to run and I bent over, placing my hands on the ground and went down on my knees, writhling in pain. I couldn't care about running or escaping again. I remained there for a long time until I felt the pain has greatly reduced. Deciding to stand on my feet again, I tried standing and lifting my hands with the intention of shaking the dirts away when I saw what my hands looked like. It wasn't my hand but my limbs. I saw long claws in place of fingers. I couldn't stand erect on my legs. I ran briskly and the speed with which I was running I couldn't imagine.

Across the room, by the north wall, a man in a black tuxedo turned his head. Damien. He saw her. He dropped his glass. It shattered on the marble. A thousand small shards scattered across the floor around his feet and he did not move. He did not even look down. He just stared at her as if he had forgotten how to do anything else. She crossed the room. People parted for her. Not because she was famous tonight. Because something was happening, and everyone in the room could feel it. She stopped two feet from him. "Damien."