Shatter Me Fanart Novels & Stories

"So I took my thread to an Alpha who knew how to build a fire." With one swift, violent tug, I rip the velvet shroud away. The Shattered Mirror is revealed. The hall goes dead, terrifyingly silent. For three whole seconds, nobody breathes. The masterpiece with the silver-ink threads, charged with the blood from my own palm, catches the ambient light of the spotlights and projects it outward. But it doesn't project a simple pattern. The weave begins to shift, casting a massive, glowing holographic illusion into the air above the pavilion.

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

My shadows writhed faster, sharper, hungrier. And something inside me snapped. The voices didn’t vanish. They blended. They became one roar, one scream, one command pounding through my skull. ENOUGH. The shadows burst outward, a violent wave that shook the stands. People stumbled, screamed, some still chanting, some fleeing. The ground beneath my feet cracked in jagged lines, spiderwebbing across the arena. Resin shards exploded off my chest, my arms, my shoulders, scattering like black glass. The embalming was gone. The storm was mine.

“The one inspired by broken glass?” “Yes! That one.” Jenny’s eyes were glowing now. “We’ll release it as a single piece—a statement drop. Not under the campaign, not part of any collection. Just you. A raw, bold design about imperfection and resilience. You can call it—” She paused dramatically. “Shatterproof.” Rachel blinked. “That’s… actually brilliant.” Jenny beamed. “Thank you.” Then she turned to me. “It’s symbolic. It says, ‘Yes, I’ve been broken, but look at what I made out of it.’ It’ll drown out every headline about Ryan. Every post, every rumor.”

I am so fucking sick of this stupid fucking symbol! I grabbed the picture from the wall and threw it through the air. It smashed against the wall on the other side of the room, exploding into a thousand small shards. All of my anger and pain bubbled to the surface. Heat swept through my body making my bones ache. I lifted my chin and screamed. The high-pitched shriek burst from my mouth and filled the room. The windows shattered and a whirlwind of cold air came flying in. The air whipped around me like cracking ice, slicing through everything in the room just like a hot knife through butter. The shrill scream reached its crescendo, as the fierce tornado of my own making blew out the walls of

The red and blue flashing lights. Ah. My stalkers. The cops. I just rolled my eyes before continuing my art piece. It was a piece of art if you ask me. Better than Picasso. Valentina Gianni Lombardi, the new Picasso of rearranging faces at your service. Before I could lay another punch, I found myself being tackled off of the dickhead. I grunted as my face got scraped up against the cold concrete. I just chuckled with a smirk as my hands got cuffed behind my back. I realized it was one of the officers I see on my regular, weekly trips to the station.

Leonardo POV. My eyes narrow on the brown haired bombshell up on stage and a feral growl rolls off my lips causing the men in the chairs closest to me to turn and shoot me a look. Mine. She. Is. Mine. I turn and give them a death stare, letting them know if they even think about bidding, I will unscrew their heads and fuck through it. "Do I hear three million dollars," the announcer says. “Fifty million," I announce, standing up so the whole room knows just who they're fucking with if they're stupid enough to try and go over the top of me.

Sweet Dreams - Marilyn Manson Self-Destruction - I Prevail It felt as if my heart exploded, splattering chunks of it all over the walls of my chest. Without knowing, Shane had burrowed deep within my chest and it felt like he’d implanted himself deep within my soul. There was only him there and I was more than happy. How had there ever been a day in my life without him? Shane’s eyes glazed over for a second and the sound of receding steps reached my ears before he pulled out of my mouth. I turned to look towards the door, whoever it was was gone.

The shard sat in my palm when my hand retracted. "Destroy it," I looked at Valen and threw it into the air. Valen released a purple electric ball that exploded the shard into cinders. Panic-stricken, Assad trembled in my left hand. At this point, he had no voice left to speak. Blayne would want me to make him bleed for days. The thought of my friend brought water to my eyes. A profound sadness threatened to swallow me whole. In the rise of the wind, a large burst of blue-green wave infused with sun-lit white in its crescendo splashed roughly against the shoreline to deliver a choking Kodjo and Tygart at my sand-caked feet before forming a diminuendo and ebbing back to sea.

Just… there. “You don’t own this anymore.” The darkness explodes. Violent. Unstable. Breaking apart. “No—!” “I take it back.” The words resonate. Deep. Final. Everything shatters. The space cracks open— light tearing through the darkness— ripping it apart— erasing it. He stumbles back— form flickering— unstable. “You can’t—!” he chokes. “I already did.” The darkness collapses around him— consuming— erasing— destroying.