I am USMC veteran. I spent a lot of time overseas fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan. Fantasy was a way to escape and I have turned it into a passion for storytelling.
Quick update, I decided to leave the ebook at .99 indefinitely. I know a lot of people view cheap books as low quality, but I have plans for 10 books, so I’m more interested in building my base than making a profit.
I am also working on the second book. I do not have a title yet, but book is coming along great. My goal is to have it published next month. I’ll keep everyone updated when I have a firm title. I currently have 3 ideas. I want to keep it original, but I keep coming up with titles that have already been written!
This was an amazing read by the very talented Justin Fife. He read part of Chapter 2 from the Sundering Prophecy on his Whiskey Wednesday Tiktok. Check it out if you get a chance! It was a lot of fun.
Check out his tiktok at justinb.fife
Whiskey Wednesday’s he reads part of a chapter of a new book. Great show and a lot of fun.
I have been wanting to publish this since December, but was unhappy with the draft. Finally, The Sundering Prophecy is officially available on Amazon for ebook and kindle unlimited. I am working on getting the paperback and Hardcover updated and will hopefully, have them ready by the end of the week.
Long before the kingdoms rose, a prophecy was shattered into fragments. Each realm guards its piece fiercely, convinced it alone holds the truth. But prophecy without context becomes dangerous, and power has a way of twisting what remains.
As political tensions rise and ancient forces stir, three children find their lives shaped by a destiny no one fully understands. Dragons, hidden magic, and fractured loyalties collide as the world edges closer to conflict.
The Sundering Prophecy launches an epic fantasy saga of prophecy, power, and the cost of misunderstanding fate, the first step in a sweeping ten-book journey through the world of Kaerthra.
Epic fantasy is often defined by prophecy, destiny, and chosen heroes.The Fractured Star Chronicles begins where certainty ends.This planned ten-book epic fantasy series explores a world shaped not by fulfilled destiny, but by fractured prophecy, suppressed power, and historical erasure. Magic is constrained. Truth is incomplete. And belief itself becomes a weapon.The saga begins with The Sundering Prophecy, the opening novel that ignites a long-form story built for readers who crave immersive worlds, moral ambiguity, and deep narrative payoff.
A Dark Fantasy World Built on Fracture The world of The Fractured Star Chronicles did not collapse overnight. It fractured slowly—along elemental, political, and ideological lines. Magic fractured first. Kingdoms followed. Across the series, readers encounter civilizations shaped by fear of power, institutions founded on incomplete truths, and cultures that treat prophecy not as guidance, but as law. Each book peels back another layer of history, revealing how misunderstanding can reshape reality itself. At the heart of the series is a central question: What happens when prophecy is wrong, or worse, deliberately altered?
The First Book in the SeriesThe Sundering Prophecy serves as the foundation for the entire saga. Rather than introducing a traditional “chosen one,” the novel focuses on absence, on what is missing from the historical record, and why.A prophecy believed to define the fate of the world is revealed to be incomplete. A name is erased. A truth is buried. And from that silence, the story begins to move.This first book establishes the series’ core themes:
Power that exists but is restrained.
Magic that is feared rather than celebrated
Institutions that claim order while quietly enforcing fracture
The novel blends epic fantasy scope with intimate, character-driven storytelling, setting the tone for the books that follow.
A Planned Ten-Book Epic Fantasy Arc
Unlike open-ended fantasy sagas, The Fractured Star Chronicles is a deliberately structured ten-book series with a defined narrative arc and conclusion.Across the series, readers will experience:
A gradual escalation from personal survival to world-shaping consequence
Interwoven character arcs spanning multiple novels
Political and religious systems shaped by fractured prophecy
Elemental magic that evolves alongside belief
Revelations that recontextualize earlier books rather than replace them
Each installment builds upon the last, rewarding attentive readers and long-term investment.
Epic Fantasy That Prioritizes Character
While the series spans continents, conflicts, and mythic forces, its heart remains deeply personal.These books explore:
Identity shaped by suppression and surveillance
The cost of denying power rather than destroying it
Choices made in silence rather than spectacle
Battles matter. Magic matters. Politics matter.But the story advances through restraint, consequence, and quiet defiance.
If you enjoy epic fantasy where history lies and magic remembers, The Fractured Star Chronicles offers a world designed to unfold slowly, and deliberately.
The Sundering Prophecy will be released on Amazon Feb 6th.
I wrote 3 books worth of material for the first book. Book 2 Ash and Frost will be released end of March and book 3 (pending title) will be released around summertime!
Among the surviving texts of The Sundering Prophecy, none is quoted more often, or understood less, than the Emberfall Prophecy.
Recorded in the Ashbound Codex, this fragment has endured wars, fallen kingdoms, and deliberate erasure. While other prophecies were rewritten to suit rulers or gods, this one was left intact. Untranslated. Unclarified.
Perhaps intentionally.
The Emberfall Prophecy
When the Red Star bleeds the sky, three sparks shall fall to the world below. One shall burn without flame, and where they stand, even ash shall remember life.
No names are given. No time is specified. No ending is promised.
Only observation.
A Prophecy Without Instruction
The Emberfall Prophecy does not command action. It does not warn of punishment or promise salvation. It offers no guidance on what should be done—only what will be seen.
This has made it dangerous.
Across the realms, scholars argue over whether it predicts destruction or rebirth. Priests debate whether the Red Star is a sign, a weapon, or a witness. Entire orders have risen and fallen attempting to identify the three sparks.
None have agreed.
The Ashbound Codex
What is known is where the prophecy was preserved.
The Ashbound Codex is one of the oldest surviving records from Emberfall, its pages scarred by heat and time. Unlike other holy texts, the Codex contains no prayers, no praise, and no divine commandments.
Only records.
The Emberfall Prophecy appears without commentary, margin notes, or explanation, as if those who preserved it feared adding anything at all.
Why Emberfall Guarded It
Emberfall has always been a land shaped by aftermath. Cities rebuilt atop ruins. Fields grown from scorched ground. Memory treated as something sacred and dangerous.
It is said that Emberfall’s priests did not seek to interpret the prophecy, only to ensure it was not lost. That understanding it too soon, or too confidently, would be more dangerous than ignorance.
Whether this restraint was wisdom or fear remains disputed.
A Prophecy Still Unfolding
What makes the Emberfall Prophecy unsettling is not its imagery of fire or ash, but its refusal to explain itself.
It does not say who the sparks are. It does not say why they fall. It does not say what comes after.
It simply waits.
Readers of The Sundering Prophecy will encounter this text more than once, always unchanged, always unresolved. As events unfold, the prophecy does not clarify itself, it only grows heavier.
Final Thought
Most prophecies demand belief.
The Emberfall Prophecy demands patience.
And in a world built on ash, patience can be more dangerous than fire.
In the world of The Fractured Star Chronicles, few figures embody hope, duty, and resilience as completely as Lyrianna of Evergrove. Born beneath prophecy and raised within a kingdom shaped by living magic, Lyrianna is not merely a princess by title. She is a guardian of life itself.
While others inherit crowns of gold, Lyrianna inherits something far heavier: responsibility.
A Princess Born in the Kingdom of Evergrove
Lyrianna was born in Evergrove, the radiant kingdom formed from the lingering essence of the dragon Luceryn. Unlike other realms carved from conquest or stone, Evergrove is alive. Its forests breathe. Its rivers remember. Its people believe that life itself must be protected, not ruled.
From the moment of her birth, Lyrianna was watched not only by her people, but by the land.
The priests called it a blessing. The elders called it destiny.
But Evergrove does not give lightly.
Raised to Protect, Not to Conquer
Unlike many fantasy princesses trained solely in diplomacy or ceremony, Lyrianna’s upbringing reflects the values of her kingdom. She is taught patience before power. Stewardship before command. Preservation before expansion.
Evergrove does not celebrate rulers who dominate. It endures through those who protect.
Lyrianna learns to listen to the forest’s warnings, to feel the subtle shifts in life magic, and to recognize when growth becomes imbalance. Her strength is not explosive or dramatic. It is quiet, steady, and deeply rooted.
This makes her dangerous in a way few understand.
The Weight of Prophecy and Expectation
Lyrianna’s birth is tied to prophecy, spoken openly and repeated often. She is the child the world expects to shine. The one raised in light, seen by all, shaped by hope and tradition.
Yet prophecy is not kindness.
Every step Lyrianna takes is watched. Every mistake is magnified. She is expected to embody perfection, to be Evergrove’s living symbol of harmony even as the world around her begins to fracture.
And still, she endures.
Light That Does Not Blind
In The Fractured Star Chronicles, light is not portrayed as simple goodness. It reveals. It exposes. It demands accountability.
Lyrianna understands this instinctively.
Her power does not burn. It stabilizes. It reinforces what should survive. When kingdoms falter and ancient forces awaken, Lyrianna becomes a counterweight to chaos, a reminder that life does not need to dominate to prevail.
Where others seek victory, she seeks continuity.
Lyrianna’s Role in The Fractured Star Chronicles
As the series unfolds, Lyrianna stands at the center of an impossible balance:
A kingdom that depends on her restraint
A prophecy that pushes her toward action
A world that will soon demand she choose between preservation and sacrifice
She is not the loudest force in the story. She is not the most feared.
But when Evergrove is threatened, when life itself trembles, Lyrianna does not break.
She holds.
A Crown Rooted in Life
Lyrianna represents a different kind of fantasy heroine. One whose strength lies not in destruction, but in endurance. Not in conquest, but in care. She is the embodiment of a living kingdom’s will to survive.
And as the fractures spread across the realms, one truth becomes clear:
Some crowns are forged in fire. Some are claimed by shadow.
Some legends begin with prophecy. Aeron’s began with fire.
On the night the Red Comet tore across the heavens and the Obsidian Mountain cracked open, a single child was born in the ashfields of Emberfall. As the ground trembled and the sky bled crimson, the world changed forever. Dragons were no longer myth. Ancient forces long buried beneath stone and magma stirred once more.
And Aeron drew his first breath.
Born to a simple family on a remote farmstead, Aeron did not enter the world with a crown, a title, or a destiny spoken aloud. What he inherited instead was loss. His father died beneath falling obsidian before he could even hold his son. His mother fled through fire and ash with a newborn pressed to her chest, hunted not by monsters, but by fear disguised as faith.
From his first moments, the world responded to him.
Fire bent. Heat lingered where it should not. The mountain listened.
Yet Aeron is not a conqueror. Not a chosen hero crowned by prophecy. He is a child born at the wrong moment in history, carrying within him something ancient, something unfinished, something the world itself does not yet understand.
Fire Without Flame
Aeron’s power does not announce itself in roaring infernos or blinding destruction. It is subtle. Dangerous. Alive.
His warmth is constant, like a hidden hearth. His presence stirs the air. Embers answer his breath. Fire recognizes him not as a weapon, but as kin.
Those who sense it fear him.
The Flamecallers call him an omen. The faithful whisper of curses and blessings in the same breath. And far beneath the Obsidian Mountain, something older than memory remembers the sound of his heartbeat.
But Aeron himself knows none of this.
He knows only his mother’s arms, the long roads of exile, and the quiet instinct that the world is watching him even when no eyes are near.
A Legacy He Did Not Choose
Aeron’s story is not about power gained. It is about power endured.
He is born into a fractured world still scarred by the Sundering, a world where dragons shaped the land and death itself once walked beside them. The force awakening within him is tied to that ancient history, to a tragedy that predates kingdoms and gods alike.
Whether Aeron will become salvation or catastrophe is not yet written.
What is certain is this:
The world will not allow him to remain hidden forever.
As kingdoms tremble, cultists whisper, and the Ashen Crown stirs beneath molten stone, the child born under the burning sky grows quietly, carrying fire not as destruction, but as inheritance.
And when Aeron finally learns what he is, the world will be forced to remember what it tried so desperately to forget.
At the edge of the world, where the wind cuts like a blade and the sun feels distant and fragile, lies Nivaryn. A kingdom born not of fire or fury, but of quiet finality. Here, snow does not fall in storms alone. It drifts in still air, as though the land itself is holding its breath.
Nivaryn is not cruel. It is honest.
Where Glacieron, Frostborne of Frost and Shadow, shattered beneath the touch of Death, the world learned stillness. His fall did not scorch the land or drown it. It hushed it.
Thus Nivaryn was born.
The Fall of Glacieron
Glacieron was restraint incarnate.
Where others burned, surged, or shattered, he cooled. His presence slowed the world, preserving balance through calm and patience. Rivers froze gently at his passing. Winds softened beneath his wings.
When Death came, Glacieron did not rage.
He inhaled deeply, drawing cold from the sky, the land, and the seas. With one final breath, he froze time itself for a heartbeat. Lightning crystallized mid-air. Waves halted in glassy arcs. Even sound fell silent.
Then Death touched him.
Glacieron did not fall screaming. He shattered softly, like ice breaking under moonlight. His fragments scattered across the world in a glittering storm, settling into eternal snowfields and frozen seas.
From his remains rose Frostmarch, a land forever touched by his calm.
Geography of the Frozen Realm
Nivaryn is a vast expanse of glaciers, tundra, and frozen seas stretching beyond the horizon. Mountains of blue-white ice rise like ancient fortresses, their depths riddled with crystal caverns that hum faintly with residual magic.
Snowfall here is strange. Often, it falls without wind. At times, it rises from the ground instead, drawn skyward by unseen forces. Rivers freeze from the bottom up. Auroras hang unnaturally still across the night sky.
At the heart of the kingdom stands Winterhold, a capital carved directly from frost-crystal and reinforced with iron-hard permafrost. Its towers gleam faintly under moonlight, reflecting the cold rather than resisting it.
Faith and the Cult of Stillness
Nivaryn worships no pantheon.
Instead, its people honor The Silence, a sacred state believed to be Glacieron’s final gift to the world. Silence is not emptiness here. It is discipline, reflection, and survival.
Temples are carved deep into ice and stone, sealed against the wind. Prayer is silent. Chanting is considered disrespectful. To shout in a sacred space is a grave offense.
Winterseers, the spiritual leaders of Nivaryn, enter trances during moments of absolute stillness, interpreting visions carried through cold rather than flame or storm.
The greatest fear is not death.
It is thaw.
Flora of Nivaryn
Life here survives through endurance, not abundance.
Frostwillow Trees grow twisted and low, their bark pale as bone and their leaves thin as glass. They shed shards instead of foliage.
Icebloom Moss spreads beneath snowpacks, glowing faintly blue at night and providing vital warmth when burned.
Crystal Lichen forms along glacier walls, feeding on lingering magic rather than sunlight.
Plants grow slowly, often taking decades to mature, but can survive centuries once rooted.
Fauna of the Frozen North
Creatures of Nivaryn are built for silence and strength.
Frost Wolves hunt in near-perfect coordination, their breath freezing in the air without sound.
Ice-Elk roam the tundra, their antlers grown from translucent crystal that refracts moonlight.
Snow Owls glide without wingbeat, nearly invisible against the pale sky.
The most feared beasts are Glacier Wyrms, ancient serpentine creatures that burrow through ice rather than stone, leaving tunnels that never collapse.
Governance and Law
Nivaryn is ruled by a High Marshal, advised by a council of clan elders and Winterseers. Leadership is earned through survival, wisdom, and service, not bloodline alone.
Law is strict but fair. Punishments emphasize exile and endurance over execution. Those cast out are given supplies and a single chance to return stronger.
Mercy exists, but it is earned.
Culture and Daily Life
Nivaryn’s people are reserved, deliberate, and deeply resilient. Speech is concise. Gestures are minimal. Emotion is not suppressed, but controlled.
Children are taught to read weather patterns before letters. Silence is practiced as a skill. Endurance trials mark the passage into adulthood.
Fire is respected, but never trusted.
Every citizen knows the oldest truth of the north:
“The cold remembers everything.”
Legacy of the Silent Dragon
Glacieron did not conquer the world.
He preserved it.
Nivaryn stands as proof that not all strength is loud, and not all power burns bright. In its frozen stillness lies a warning to all kingdoms.
When the world moves too fast, when chaos rises unchecked, when the balance fractures—
High above the fractured world, where clouds coil like living things and lightning never truly rests, drifts the realm of Zepharyn. A kingdom without soil or shore, Zepharyn exists suspended between heaven and earth, a testament to both divine sacrifice and cosmic loss.
It is a land born not of conquest, but of collapse.
Where Aerithor, Skymaker of Storm and Air, fell from the sundered heavens, the sky refused to release him. His shattered wings broke apart into countless fragments, each infused with storm-magic too powerful to descend. The wind caught them, held them aloft, and would not let go.
Thus Zepharyn was born.
The Fall of Aerithor
Aerithor was freedom given form.
Born of Storm and Air, he ruled the skies in the First Age, guiding wind currents, shaping storms, and setting the breath of the world into motion. The sky obeyed him. Clouds parted at his passing. Lightning answered his call.
But during the War of Elements, the balance fractured.
When Death descended upon the Seven, Aerithor defied it openly. He seized lightning in his talons and hurled thunder as a weapon, binding hurricanes beneath his wings in a final act of defiance.
It was not enough.
Death stilled the wind.
Lightning froze mid-strike. Clouds vanished. Deprived of the sky itself, Aerithor plummeted from the heavens. His fall was endless, a god cast down through a broken firmament.
Yet he never truly reached the ground.
The wind caught his broken form, and in doing so, preserved him.
His wings shattered into floating landmasses. His breath became the eternal currents that hold them aloft. His last storm never ended.
Zepharyn drifts still, circling invisible paths laid down by a dying god.
Geography of the Sky
Zepharyn is a constellation of floating isles, ranging from towering plateaus to drifting shards barely large enough to hold a single tree. Invisible wind currents form stable paths between them, known as skybridges, which trained windbinders can sense and traverse.
Lightning coils constantly along the edges of the islands, grounding excess storm-energy into the clouds below. Waterfalls pour endlessly from the undersides of larger isles, evaporating long before they reach the surface world.
At the heart of the realm floats Aetherwind Spire, the largest and most stable island, believed to rest above the place where Aerithor’s heart finally stilled.
Storms are not weather here. They are infrastructure.
Faith and Religion
Zepharyn people worship no single god.
Instead, they revere The Breath, the living presence of wind believed to be Aerithor’s lingering consciousness. Temples are open-air sanctuaries with no walls, only stone circles and wind-harps that sing when storms pass through.
The dominant belief holds that Aerithor did not die, but was dissolved into motion. Every gust is a thought. Every storm, a memory.
Stormcallers serve as both priests and scholars, interpreting the patterns of lightning and wind as divine language. A sudden shift in currents is considered an omen. A silent sky is feared above all else.
To still the wind is sacrilege.
Flora of Zepharyn
Life in Zepharyn is adapted to constant motion.
Cloudroot Vines cling to stone, feeding on moisture drawn directly from mist and fog. Their translucent leaves shimmer faintly during storms.
Skybloom Lilies open only during lightning storms, absorbing electrical charge and releasing soft blue light at night.
Aeris Reed grows along island edges, bending impossibly without breaking. It is used in the construction of wind-harps, sails, and ceremonial garments.
Plants here grow shallow and wide, anchoring themselves against perpetual wind rather than deep soil.
Fauna of the Floating Isles
Zepharyn’s creatures are born of altitude and storm.
Stormbirds nest in cliff faces, their feathers resistant to lightning. Their cries often precede incoming tempests.
Zephyr Lynx leap impossible distances between islands, their paws never slipping even on rain-slick stone.
The most feared creatures are Thunder Wraiths, semi-corporeal beings formed where storm energy pools too long. They are believed to be remnants of Aerithor’s final agony.
Politics and Governance
Zepharyn is governed by the Council of Currents, a conclave of elder Stormcallers who chart the realm’s drifting paths and regulate the use of storm magic.
No single ruler holds absolute authority. Power is fluid, like the wind itself. Leadership shifts based on foresight, wisdom, and one’s ability to read the sky.
Conflicts are settled through Stormbinding Duels, ritualized contests of wind and lightning held on open platforms. Killing is forbidden; forcing an opponent to lose control is the true defeat.
Isolationist by nature, Zepharyn rarely intervenes in the affairs of surface kingdoms. However, when storms behave unnaturally across the world, all eyes turn skyward.
Culture and Daily Life
Zepharyn’s people are windborn, both in body and spirit.
Homes are built low and curved, designed to let storms pass over rather than resist them. Clothing is layered and weighted with storm-thread to prevent being carried away.
Children learn balance before writing. Wind-reading before history. Falling is considered a rite of passage.
Every citizen is taught one truth from birth:
“The sky remembers.”
Legacy of the Storm Dragon
Aerithor’s fall did not end his rule.
It transformed it.
Zepharyn endures as a kingdom forever in motion, shaped by wind, bound by storm, and haunted by the memory of a dragon who refused to bow.
The sky still moves because he once commanded it.
And if the winds ever stop—
Zepharyn will be the first to know that the world is ending again.
Ash Wildroot 