Shatter Me Fanart Novels & Stories

“DO ME A FAVOR AND PLAY MY GAME. I NEED YOU TO SHATTER YOUR HEART INTO THREE AS YOU WILL MEET THE ORIGINAL PRINCE FROM THE WORLD OF SHINZO.” RAIDEN CROSS

My words felt like they were tumbling out faster than I could control, but Grayson’s soft touch, his fingers drawing slow circles on my back, kept me calm. “I felt like the part of me that needed you to live was being ripped away. It was shattering, and I was... giving in,” I admitted, feeling the vulnerability of my words weigh heavily between us. “The other side,” I gestured to the painting, “that’s what would be left. It wouldn’t make me whole, or fix anything. It might rid me of the darkness, but I’d still be shattered. Half of me would still be missing, and the scars would still remain, just without the shadows.”

I flooded the infinitesimal space between his skin and the artifact with my pure, clean light. The effect was immediate and agonizing. The light did not burn the Shadow; it simply acted as a repellent. Carth's connection to the Crystal was instantly severed, and his own dark energy rebounded violently back into his core. He screamed, clutching his chest as the stolen Shadow power consumed him internally. With Carth eliminated, the Shatter-Crystal was stable but still dangerously charged. I approached it slowly, feeling its dark, seductive pull. This was pure, concentrated destruction, the antithesis of the life I carried.

Because I knew, and I hated the fucking fact that I knew, that I could see it in her eyes how much she wasn't over me, how much the nostalgia and longing in her eyes as she stared back at me through that camera lens, mirrored my fucking fucked up state without her! "I...I love y-your...hic...cock...m-more than Dominic's...please...please...f-fuck...me...you fuck...me better than Domi-" I lost it. I fucking lost it and the loud thud that echoed, the thick glass wall that shattered into splinters, that was caused by the ruthless force of my phone slamming against it, sending it crashing into unrecognizable black splinters between those white shards of glass as I stood there, trembling and thre

Without giving myself time to think through what I was about to do, I picked up the nearest art that had the drawing of a beautiful female face and slammed it into the ground, watching it shatter into pieces. I moved on to the next, and the next, and the next. Pieces of wood and glass were flying everywhere. As if a demon had possessed my body, I couldn't stop. I looked up at the camera as I was holding a personal portrait of his, probably painted by an expensive artist. I hated that he looked good even in that goddamn painting. I showed a middle finger to the camera before smashing the painting on the ground. I don't know how much damage I had done before Angelo burst into the room. His fac

Then, with a cry of pure pain and love, I slammed the blade into the box. CRACK! The sound was like a mountain breaking in half. A massive shockwave of white light exploded from the box. It didn't burn; it felt like a cold wind blowing through my soul. I felt my red wings dissolve into mist. I felt the heat in my blood vanish. The silver scar on my chest turned into a regular, pale mark. The Star-Breaker shattered into a thousand pieces of dull lead. On the glass screen, the gray dot of my home world suddenly flared back to a bright, healthy green. The harvest had stopped. The people were safe.

All the characters solely belong to me, the resemblance to any living or dead is a mere coincidence . Do follow me in insta as agni_aastha. where you can watch my character sketch and aesthetic. ❤❤theme song- Chainsmokers all we know❤ Fighting flames of fire Hang onto burning wires We don't care anymore Are we fading lovers? We keep wasting colors Maybe we should let this go We're fallin' apart, still we hold together We've passed the end, so we chase forever

It was not just anger. #CEOInLove hit two million by 3am. He picked up the first thing within reach. A glass. It shattered against the wall. Then the lamp. Then the mirror. He stood in the wreckage breathing hard. His reflection broke into a hundred pieces around his feet. His phone buzzed from the floor. He walked over and looked at the screen. A new article. SU HEIR AND SARTINI HEIRESS — THE LOVE STORY WE NEVER SAW COMING. He picked up his phone and hurled it at the wall so hard the screen shattered completely.

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.

Tears streamed down her face as she finally felt a sense of freedom inside her. She had broken free from all the pain and hurt. Most of all, she had finally broken free from the cage of her broken heart. Veda looked at the art she had created from her own emotions and self experience. In her canvas, a woman rises phoenix-like from turbulent blue ocean waters. Her arms outstretched, face tilted towards the light as she unfurls her delicate golden-tipped wings, shedding the shackles of her past, breaking free from the cage of her broken heart.