Shatter Book Series Novels & Stories

But she's strong, she's an Alpha and a Lycan at that. " I have started working on your release. A healer is working on preparing an antidote that would break the chains so you can be free.." Richard replied. Isabella said nothing else. She felt a ray of hope in those words. She wished she could live to see the day that antidote would arrive. If Lukas confronts her at this point, she knows she would fall before him like a weakling. Infact, the weakest of the warriors would defeat her in her present state.

I walked to the library and sat next to the window, I looked at my project and now I need to find some books. I walked through the bookshelfs and search for the architect section. I'm looking for a watertank and some electric placement book. I looked through every book clearly and oh there it is. I tried to reach it but I can't. It's on the top of the bookshelf, I need to take a ladder. I walked away to grab the ladder. I got back to the architect section again and I put the ladder to reach the book but the book is gone. Suddenly I found the book on the middle shelf, I looked around. I guess someone must have been taking it and put it there.

The warmth spread through me, and it steadied the blaze at my center. Mara screamed like the world split, and the remaining guards shifted into a push. I felt the shard begin to destabilize—someone or something rending the base. The runes cracked. The core’s hum lost its steady beat and stuttered. I could not tell how long the collapse took. The final moment came with such a roar that it was like being inside a drum. The shard split, rain of black stone and sparks throwing up like small suns. The darkness that had leached from it bled back into the ground, into the earth, like a wound closing. The creatures collapsed, the corrupted form melting into ash, the recruited ones stumbling, freed a

The voice cuts through me so sharply I physically flinch. My hands press flat against Leo’s chest as my head snaps up, breath coming faster now. No, that’s not how it was before. It was calm. My stomach twists. “Did you hear that?” I whisper, as if speaking too loudly might make it worse. Leo’s eyes narrow slightly. “Hear what?” Right. Of course. I shake my head, but it doesn’t help. Because it’s still there. “It should have been finished.” A pulse of something dark and heavy rolls through me, stronger this time, and the air in the room seems to shift with it. The lamp beside us flickers violently, then shatters. Glass scatters across the floor in a sharp, echoing crash.

Immediately he said that I run towards my window to look around, and when I didn't see anyone I sighed in relief “Stop threatening me, what is your problem?” “I'm just reminding you not to be funny moma see you” He hung up the phone, I slumped down on the bed as tears rolled down my eyes, I thought I have found my safe space when I went back to SHANTY yet I've fallen into another problem I just want to have my revenge why is it so hard to get, why can't I just get what I want, I can't have my revenge, I can't die in peace what is this? Fuck I'm exhausted.

He pressed his forehead against mine, whispering, “Tell me I’m not already losing you.” The walls seemed to close in, shadows thickening, heat rolling like a storm trapped beneath my skin. I wanted to answer, but another vision tore through me, blinding and merciless. A battlefield soaked in ash. Damian’s body crumpling, golden eyes dimmed. My own scream echoing over a ruin of fire that stretched as far as the horizon. The shard purred at the sight, feeding on my terror, until I ripped myself free with a sob.

Lyra shouted back, “Then break the rules!” Their bond—sealed in fire and moonlight—ignited between them. Power erupted in a wave of gold and crimson, light searing the darkness. The Gate’s voice cracked. Stone collapsed. Reality trembled. And then— Silence. A single pulse echoed through the world. Not of pain. But of acceptance. The Gate shattered. And Lyra and Kael fell— Not into death— But back into the world. ⸻ Forest of the Hollowed Ones Lyra gasped as air filled her lungs.

He slammed into me hard and wild with no mercy or warning just going straight in expanding me to my limit as I tried to accommodate his monster. I gasped. I shivered. I cried. Tears slipped down the side of my eyes smearing fresh mascara stain on me “This is what you wanted right?” He asked as he slammed in again.

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.

His words were needles, but I’d long since grown used to the sting. I curled my fingers into tight fists before letting them speak with deadly calm: You won’t break me. His head tilted, his eyes narrowing. “Oh, but I don’t have to break you,” he whispered, stepping back into the shadows like a vulture circling a carcass. “You’re already cracked. All I have to do is tap…” He tapped his fingers once, twice, thrice against the stone wall—each knock loud, deliberate. “And watch you shatter.” The echo lingered longer than it should have. He thought he could chip away at me until I collapsed into dust. He didn’t realize—I’d already shattered. And from shattered things, sharper edges are born.