Shatter Book Series Novels & Stories

AISHA The cold mud caked under my fingernails didn’t matter anymore. The rain pouring down on my shivering shoulders didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. Just an hour ago, I had crossed the pack border, thinking of nothing but survival. But then, reality crashed into me like a physical blow. Leo. Toby. My sweet, innocent little brothers. What was the point of running to save my own skin if I left them behind to face Mabel’s wrath? Mabel was a monster, and she knew they were my weakness.

His fingers twitched slightly at his sides, the only betrayal of the storm building within him. “Subject: Deceased. Adrium: Not detected.” The lead drone emitted a short, shrill beep, and the others responded with a synchronized retreat, lifting upward like vultures denied a feast. In seconds, they were gone, vanishing into the smog above the ruins. Tunde exhaled slowly. His eyes flicked to the crate. The shard glowed faintly in the shadows like a heart still beating.

"Nice speech... too bad it won't save you. Oh, and if you hoped that your tablet would send a signal for help, don't hold your breath. I have a scrambler covering this place ten miles in each direction." My final failure... but I'd tried. I had done my best. As my eyes closed, too heavy to hold them open, I could only hope that history would judge me kindly. Assuming there was anyone left to write it. I heard a shot, but this time, nothing else hurt. I wanted to look, but I couldn't move. Something landed on me... something heavy. The crowd erupted, some people screamed, there were more gunshots. Then I heard an enormous crashing noise, like a massive boulder erupting through the roof over o

The sphere began to rotate with a hum that vibrated through everyone’s bones. “Ready?” Alina whispered. Casius nodded once. “Always.” For a heartbeat… everything became perfect, peaceful as it should have been. The sphere stabilized. The runes glowed. Shadowmere answered their call with ancient grace. Their departure would be safe. Seamless. Predictable. And then— The Circle Shattered. Collapsed inward. CRACK. The violent sound split the air like a lightning bolt striking stone. Shadows convulsed. The sphere spasmed violently, the once-smooth surface buckling inward.

Faced below, he watched in complete awe, not knowing what to do. He furrowed with a crease before the glass shattered. He dropped in instantly, thus the lights faded. Series Name : Born By Power Sequel Name : The Uprise Of Hell (Book 2) Chapter : Chapter 16 ; Hell 1 Feedback / Question :

The rhythm that had once been one heartbeat split into two. Half flowed into Lunara. Half remained in Seren. For the first time, divinity was shared. --- The Second Shattering Across the cosmos, the Heart’s glow rippled outward—meeting the Blood Moon’s pulse head-on. Creation convulsed. Stars collapsed, only to explode anew. Worlds shattered, but their fragments fused with others. Old timelines fractured, and new ones bloomed in the same breath. It was not destruction. It was a reformation. And through it all, a single, unbroken note sang—a sound that wove chaos into meaning, and meaning into rebirth.

“No movement outside.” I hovered over the keyboard, my finger shaking above the button. Twenty seconds. Then— The lights flickered. The walls trembled. A single *bang* echoed through the night. And the door exploded inward. --- Gunfire erupted. I hit the ground as bullets tore through the motel. Damien’s men. They had found us. Carter fired back, but he was weak. Michael grabbed him, shoving him behind cover. “Winnie, hit the damn button!” I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding.

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.