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The Breaking of Time

The Breaking of Time
J.J. Hebert
(Chronicles of the Arvynth, )
Publication date: November 25th 2025
Genres: Adult, Urban Fantasy

USA Today bestselling author J. J. Hebert’s brand-new urban fantasy series Chronicles of the Arvynth begins with The Breaking of Time, a novel about a devoted father whose desperate act to save his son fractures reality itself, awakening ancient magic and drawing him back into the path of an immortal order he once betrayed, where love, time, and silence collide in a race against eternity.

Mariel Hemingway’s Book Club Selection (Best Urban Fantasy):

“This novel is heartfelt, gripping, and memorable in all the best ways.” —Mariel Hemingway, Bestselling Author & Oscar-Nominated Actress ★★★★★

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ONE FATHER’S DESPERATE CHOICE FRACTURES TIME AND REALITY ITSELF.

To everyone around him, Daniel Ward is a mild-mannered accountant, devoted husband and father in a quiet New England suburb. But when his ten-year-old son chases a runaway soccer ball into the street, straight into the path of a speeding truck, Daniel does the impossible. He freezes time.

That single act of defiance exposes the secret he’s buried for decades. His magic awakens the ancient order he once betrayed, the Arvynth, a brotherhood of immortal sorcerers devoted to stillness and death, determined to silence the world.

As his carefully constructed life unravels, Daniel must protect his family while evading the brotherhood that hunts him. Every second he steals from time feeds the void that seeks to consume it, threatening not only the people he loves but reality itself.

Forced to choose between sacrifice and survival, Daniel discovers the truth: sometimes the loudest act of love is defiance.

The Breaking of Time is a race against eternity, a supernatural thriller that fuses urban fantasy and family drama in a story about the noise of life, the cost of power, and one father’s desperate fight to keep the world from falling silent.

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PRAISE FOR THE AWARD-WINNING URBAN FANTASY NOVEL THE BREAKING OF TIME:

“This work will grab readers’ attention early as Hebert combines a diverse array of genres—fantasy, thriller, family road novel, and others—into a fast-paced, character-driven adventure… An exciting, tightly written tale of magic… Our verdict: Get it.” —Kirkus Reviews

The Breaking of Time is meticulously crafted to explore themes of love, loss, redemption, and the struggle to balance personal desires with greater responsibilities.” —BookLife/Publishers Weekly (EDITOR’S PICK)

The Breaking of Time: Chronicles of the Arvynth delivers cinematic urban fantasy that bridges generations, echoing the mythic gravity and moral weight of J.R.R. Tolkien while unfolding within a sleek, contemporary world… This is prestige fantasy…” —Jesse Metcalfe, Award-Winning Actor ★★★★★

“An immersive paranormal thriller that balances the rich worldbuilding and in-depth lore characteristic of fantasy fiction with the all-too-human dramas of identity, family, and the consequences of secrecy.” —Independent Book Review (STARRED review)

“If you like magic that feels tactile and real, or if you enjoy emotional stakes wrapped inside supernatural danger, this book will hit the spot.” —Literary Titan★★★★★ (Gold Winner, Literary Titan Book Award: Fiction 2026)

“A smartly plotted supernatural thriller with a strong, charismatic protagonist to root for. A Wishing Shelf Recommended Read!” —The Wishing Shelf ★★★★★

“A winning blend of the supernatural and family adventure that crackles with heart and imagination.” —BestThrillers ★★★★★

“A wonderfully complex dive into the world of fantasy… fast-paced, magical…” —Readers’ Favorite ★★★★★

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CHAPTER 1:

I’ve spent years pretending to be someone I’m not.

The thought surfaces every morning when I shave, watching the face in the mirror—a face that should be ancient, centuries-old, but instead shows only the faint creases of a man in his early forties. A single gray hair at my temple that Elena keeps threatening to pluck. The kind of weathering that comes from the lost sleep of parenthood and mortgage payments, not from outliving empires.

To everyone else, I’m Daniel Ward—husband, father, the sort of man who mows the lawn on Saturdays and forgets garbage day at least twice a month. My neighbors wave when I’m pulling out the recycling bins, their smiles automatic and easy. Mrs. Dante from next door brings over her extra zucchini in late summer, always too much, always apologizing for the abundance. My coworkers at the accounting firm think I’m polite but quiet, the guy who keeps his head down and never complains about the coffee. My wife calls me dependable, though sometimes I catch a question in her eyes, a flicker of something she can’t quite name.

They all believe they know me.

They don’t.

The other man—the one buried under the flannel shirts and PTA meetings—still lurks somewhere beneath the surface. He’s the one who used to speak to the unseen currents of the world, who could twist wind and time if he chose, who once stood in a circle of elders and made the sky itself hold its breath. But I buried him twenty years ago, the day I first saw Elena across a crowded bookstore, her laugh carrying over the ambient music like a bell I didn’t know I’d been waiting to hear. I traded his power for peace, his truth for love, his ancient purpose for the warm weight of a child falling asleep on my chest. I told myself I could be normal, that five hundred and forty-three years of magic could be folded up and tucked away like old photographs in a drawer.

I even started to believe it.

Today was supposed to be an ordinary day. Another quiet Saturday, nothing more. But when does anything ever go as planned?

It was one of those deceptive autumn afternoons where New England shows off—sun bright and warm on the skin, gilding everything gold. The kind of day that makes you forget winter is coming. Trees along Brookfield Lane shed their red and gold. They carpeted the sidewalks in layers of crimson and amber, crunching underfoot like breaking glass. The whole world felt fragile, caught between seasons, holding its breath before the fall.

I stood at the end of our driveway, sipping coffee that had long gone lukewarm. The mug—a Father’s Day gift from three years ago with “World’s Coolest Dad” printed in fading letters—hung heavy in my hand, forgotten. I was watching the Hendersons’ cat stalk something invisible through their garden, its tail twitching with predatory focus, when Eli kicked his soccer ball a little too hard.

The sound was sharp—that hollow thwack of synthetic leather against a ten-year-old’s foot, released with more enthusiasm than aim. The ball bounced once, twice, then caught the curb at an angle and rolled into the street, picking up speed as it curved toward the stop sign at the corner.

Eli chased it before I could even form the word wait.

He wore his blue hoodie—the one with the frayed cuffs he refused to let Elena fix, the white stripes on the sleeves already graying from too many washes, and one drawstring longer than the other because he’d chewed on it during homework the night before. His sneakers were grass-stained, laces trailing, his gangly ten-year-old body a blur of elbows and knees as he ran with a reckless abandon only children possess. The kind of innocence that comes from not yet understanding that the world has teeth.

The ball slipped into the road, rolling lazily toward the middle of the lane. Eli followed without looking, without thinking, his whole world narrowed to that sphere of black and white pentagons.

And then I heard it.

An approaching car. Not the gentle whisper of someone cruising through the neighborhood, but the aggressive growl of speed—too much speed for a residential street. A truck came around the bend far too fast. The driver probably wasn’t paying attention, likely glancing at his phone or reaching for something on the passenger seat, thinking about anything but the quiet street where children played.

I felt my stomach drop, that vertiginous lurch that comes not from falling but from watching someone you love step off the edge.

The coffee mug slipped from my fingers, hitting the driveway with a dull crack. Coffee spread across the concrete in a dark stain that looked too much like blood.

“Eli!” I shouted. “Look out!”

He didn’t hear. The wind was wrong, carrying sound away from him, and he was bent over the ball now, just a few feet from the centerline, small hands reaching down to scoop it up. His hood had fallen back, revealing the stubborn cowlick at his crown that Elena had tried to smooth down this morning—the same stubborn swirl of hair I’d seen on Jonas five hundred years ago.

The driver saw him at the last minute—I could see the panic flash across his face through the windshield, his mouth opening in what might have been a shout or a curse. He tried to brake—the nose of the truck dipped as he slammed his foot down—but there wasn’t enough distance, not enough time.

The laws of physics are beautiful and merciless. Mass times velocity. Momentum conserved. A two-ton truck traveling at forty miles per hour needs approximately ninety feet to stop.

My son was thirty feet away.

The math was simple. The outcome inevitable.

Everything inside me fractured.

The years I’d spent pretending to be ordinary—gone, shattered like ice on pavement. The quiet life, the safe life, the carefully constructed fiction of Daniel Ward, the accountant—gone. Twenty years of restraint, of biting my tongue when the old words tried to surface, of letting the magic sleep dormant in my bones—all of it evaporated in the space between heartbeats.

My son was about to die, and the man I’d been pretending to be had no way to stop it.

The other man—the buried one—could.

It began as a vibration in my chest, not painful but insistent, like thunder humming before a storm breaks or the first tremor before an earthquake tears the world open. The sensation spread through my ribcage, resonating in the hollow spaces between bone, traveling down into my gut. My hands began to tingle, then burn, the old pathways of power waking, remembering their purpose.

The world thinned around me, like reality itself was just a membrane stretched too tight, waiting for permission to stop turning.

My vision sharpened with supernatural clarity—I could see each particle of dust hanging in the light, suspended like tiny stars. I could see the individual vibrations in the air, the way sound moves in waves, the molecular dance of oxygen and nitrogen. I could see the truck’s trajectory mapped out in lines of probability, see the exact angle at which metal would meet flesh, see the moment my son would stop being my son and become a memory, a ghost, another name added to the long list of those I’d failed to save.

The spell came unbidden to my lips, rising from a place deeper than thought, older than intention.

The syllables were hot and metallic on my tongue, tasting of copper and electricity, of blood and starlight. They weren’t English—weren’t any language spoken in many, many years.

They were Arvynth.

The old words.

The ones I’d sworn I’d never speak again.

“Fractura Tempora.”

The sound tore through the air like a blade through fabric, like lightning splitting the sky, like the world itself being unzipped at the seams.

And reality obeyed.


Author Bio:

J. J. Hebert is the Amazon, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of eight books, including his acclaimed debut Unconventional and The Backwards K, which, according to Newsweek, is currently in development for film adaptation. His latest bestsellers, both published in 2025, are The Breaking of Time: Chronicles of the Arvynth and The Hands-On Author: Taking Control of Your Book Marketing Journey. A lifelong New England resident, Hebert frequently weaves the region’s landscapes and atmosphere into his storytelling. He is also the award-winning CEO and Founder of MindStir Media, a leading hybrid book publisher. Join his community of over 2 million followers across Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, and X (formerly Twitter) @authorjjhebert.

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The Key Keeper’s Secret



Magic is real. Monsters are hungry. And Zoe Frost is already marked.


The Key Keeper’s Secret

The Zoe Frost Chronicles Book 1

by Edgar Thorn

Genre: Urban Fantasy


A Shadow demon tried to kill me. Now it’s master wants to finish the job…


I was just supposed to be going to the annual Magicians’ Winter Charity Ball. But pretty soon I was neck-deep in a world of murderous monsters, secret societies, and time-travelling lunatics.
And if I can’t figure out the truth, everyone I love is going to die.
With BFF Courtney by my side and boyfriend Blake showing his true colours, my quiet weekend turned into a total nightmare. And somehow, it’s only the beginning…

The Key Keeper’s Secret kicks off The Zoe Frost Chronicles — a 13-book series of fast, funny, magical short reads packed with danger, adventure, bad guys, and monsters.

 

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I was almost at the exit when a hand grabbed my wrist.
At first, I thought it was a pushy homeless person asking for money.
They do that sometimes.
So, instead of screaming my head off, like a normal woman, I used a go-away spell.
Something designed to make humans leave you alone, no matter the situation.
One of the first spells a magician learns.
But, nothing happened.
The grip around my wrist got tighter. The fingers dug into my flesh. Hurting me.
Panic surged through my body.
This shouldn’t have been possible.
At the same time my body began to feel heavy and weak. Like I’d been drugged.
“Get off me,” I said, though my voice sounded distant, like it was coming from down a very long tunnel.
I tried another spell. But, still nothing. Like a light switch had been flipped off.
“Where is it?” the man hissed.
His voice was horrible. Like nails on chalkboard.
I looked into his face and for the first time saw the person who was attacking me.
Except, he wasn’t a person at all.
He wasn’t even a human.
There were two black holes where his eyes should have been. His skin was a horrible green-grey colour. Tight against his bones.
“Where is it?” he repeated, close enough for me to smell his breath.
It smelled of death.
“Where’s what?” I said. “Let go of me!”
But the weakness was growing. I was having difficulty keeping my eyes open.
My tongue felt like a big, fat walrus laying down in my mouth.
Before I knew it, I was on the ground. The thing was on top of me. Pinning me down so hard I could barely breathe.
I was sure I was going to die.
If only I’d stayed in bed with Blake, I thought. None of this would be happening.
“Blake,” I whispered.
“Where is it?” the monster snarled. “Tell me!”
Tears started running down my cheeks.
I turned to look him in the eyes. Not that he had any. But maybe he’d believe me if he could see I really meant it.
“I don’t know,” I said, “you’ve got the wrong person!”
He made a ghastly, whistling sound.
I squeezed my eyes shut, bracing for the worst. But suddenly his hand let go of my wrist.
The weakness disappeared, and the weight that had been pinning me down vanished.
Carefully, I opened my eyes and saw the monster standing beside me, wobbling gently from side to side, his hands covering his ears.
There was a man holding him by the collar.
A huge, tall man wearing a top hat and a tuxedo. Like he was just on his way to a wedding.
Even in the rain I could see the ice blue of his eyes.
Piercing and deadly.
“Canum sali luet ria, pani rostum luet si,” he bellowed, casting a spell, “Canum sali luet ria, pani rostum luet si.”
The words kept getting faster and faster. He spoke with a powerful, rhythmic venom.
Then, in one swift movement, he punched his fist straight through the monster’s chest.
His hand came out the other side holding its heart.
I turned my head away, afraid. And when I looked back they had disappeared.
Both of them. Without a trace.




Edgar Thorn writes fast-paced urban fantasy set in modern London, blending magic, danger, and dark humour.

 

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Scion of a Swan


Driven by vengeance and the mystery of her bloodline, a morally gray woman wielding powerful magick becomes the newest target of the feared Shadow People.


Scion of a Swan

Age of Shadows Book 1

by A.R. Stern

Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy 


Shadows thirst for the living. She starves for the truth.


Descending from a long line of witches, Daire Delacroix has been practicing magick since she was a witchling, and with the gift to see all magick, her gifts are unparalleled. But when Daire’s mother suddenly falls ill only to perish without a valid diagnosis, Daire grows vengeful and bitter for answers.

Half a year after her death, Daire reintroduces herself into the witch community to celebrate her first Wiccan holiday without her mother. When the Shadow People make an appearance and attack at one of the most renowned Wiccan sabbats, Daire’s world starts to fall apart once again.

Now with the Shadows growing violent and haunting Daire, she is determined to destroy them and protect what remains of her family. The deeper she searches the more secrets come to the surface, along with the truth about her mother’s death and her lineage.

Nothing will stop her from unveiling the truth—even when it means walking the line of right and wrong.

 

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A. R. Stern is an indie author from Minnesota, blending dark fantasy, horror, and new adult elements in her writing. Her current series, Age of Shadows, showcases her unique style and she plans to explore different genres in upcoming novels.

Stern is an emerging author who began writing in elementary school. With several novels in her past, she now focuses on developing new ideas and refining her craft, eager to share her unique stories with readers.

In her spare time she is an avid reader of all genres, cruises on a Harley with her husband, and spends time with her pets. She also takes pleasure in cooking and the art of sourdough baking.

 

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Narda’s Truth


Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth that has been hidden for years.


Narda’s Truth

The Witch DNA

by Sonja Gunter

Genre: Fantasy Romance, Romantasy, Urban Fantasy 

Angel numbers & scents unearth a truth that has been hidden for years.

 

Reach for the Soap, owner, Narda Hunt, has been receiving signs in the form of numbers telling her she needs to find her half-sisters, Opaline and Ebba. An imminent threat is about to force them to combine their witch powers to survive.

 One set of angel numbers brings Narda closer to Owin Waters, whom fate has determined is her soulmate. Their special connection sends them to another realm where Narda meets her deceased mother. She reveals the truth behind the special powers that Narda and her sisters possess.

 With this knowledge, Narda brings to light the evil that is waiting for her and her sisters on their twenty-fifth birthday.

   

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Opaline’s Discovery

The Witch DNA Trilogy Book 1

Love. Magic. Danger.

Could these three words articulate distinct spiritual essences to fuse together?

Bookstore owner, Opaline Lunn, facilitates a Speed Dating Event, in hopes of finding her soulmate. She meets attendee Detective Eamon Dayan, who wasn’t looking for love, but sparks fly at their first kiss.

Together they unearth Opaline’s powers which lead to the discovery that she has two sisters, and someone called The Ancient One who wants to kill them.

Unraveling a myriad of mysteries, with Opaline’s newfound ability to do spells, the soulmates must find her sisters by her twenty-fifth birthday to be able to confront the evil force and save all of them.

 

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I was born and raised in the cold and beautiful Minnesota, but I escaped to Illinois for seventeen years to raise my two boys, and now I call Florida home. My husband Andy, who’s always been my hero, has put up with my late night computer typing and endless stacks of papers with my stories on them. We have one furry friend as family: Chip, a sixteen year old ragdoll cat.

Life has been full of ups and downs, but I’ve made it through the hard times. I love to travel and go to Disney World to trade pins.  I’ve been a bowler for many years, and you can catch me writing my next novel at the lanes.

I encourage you to check out my web site, www.sonjagunter.com for more info and don’t be surprised if I let my Norwegian heritage come through in my stories.

Go Vikings! You betcha!

 

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My Name is Death


“I am known to some as the Grim Reaper, or the Angel of Death. Death is my preferred name. It’s stylish and modern, and it goes well with my Armani suits. I don’t have a fascination with robes, scythes, or skeletons, especially when I’m releasing souls.”


My Name Is Death

by Laura Daleo

Genre: Dark Urban Fantasy, Paranormal Romance



My Name Is Death takes the Grim Reaper concept in a creative direction. Put aside the image of a scary, sickle-carrying, robe-clad entity. There are no shortages of Italian suits, velvet neckties, and oxford shoes in Death’s wardrobe.

Death encounters a terminally ill young lady, Annalise, during a holiday in New Orleans. As she approaches the afterlife, Death wants to ensure she makes the best of her final moments. It is not long before they become friends.

A peaceful coexistence between angels and humans is what God desires. This plan is contrary to one of God’s other sons’ belief that angels are far superior to humans.

Devastation begins, and only God knows how it will end.

 

“Nothing in life is certain except death and taxes. I hold this statement in high regard. Why? There are two possibilities. I could be a tax accountant-borrrinng-or I could be Death. If you guessed the latter, advance to go and collect $200. My name can influence anyone in a room; some say Grim Reaper, others say Angel of Death. I like to call myself Death. It has a pleasant ring and a powerful effect on people. The way “Death” embodies the style and pizazz of my attire, which includes Armani suits, ties, and shoes, influenced my decision to select it as my name. It had never occurred to me to dress in a dark robe, to carry a scythe or an hourglass, or to assume a skeleton physique.”

 

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I was born and raised in sunny San Diego, California. A creative writing class in junior high ignited my passion for storytelling; however, it was Anne Rice who truly inspired me. Her novel, Interview With The Vampire, has become one of the best-selling books of all time and fueled my desire to craft my own vampire legend. In 1996, I created Immortal Kiss, which patiently waited until 2014 for its publication.

At present, my published works include Immortal Kiss, Bound by Blood, The Vow, The Vampire Within, The Soul Collector, The Doll, Once We Were Witches, and My Name Is Death. My current project is an urban fantasy titled The Wolf Experiment.

Here are some fun facts about me: I love enjoying Starbucks coffee while I write. I’m also obsessed with shoes. I have two furry kids named Rose and Cooper. And, of course, I’m a huge fan of all things vampire.

 

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