Shatter Me Novellas In Order Novels & Stories

I whisper hoarsely, Fenir rises violently, mine ,mine,mine. The bond wasn’t new, it was stolen buried amd destroyed And now it's awake and filled with anger and despair, something so sacred that was desecrated. I stagger to my feet as my bones tremble under pressure of the shift. My eyes blaze gold. And before I can't control it, the sound tears out a howl, raw and agonizing. A howl of war, the sound explodes through the dormitory, and glass shatters all around. Windows crack and burst outward as the force vibrates through the wall.

The crystal spreads to my fingertips-cold, beautiful, *dead*. "No." I tear free, shattering the shard. --- **The Shattering** The cavern collapses. Eden screams, the crystal fracturing, his scars reappearing as jagged wounds. The Keeper wails, her form dissolving into shards. "What did you do?!" Eden roars, clutching his bleeding arm. "Saved you," I say, pulling him into the chasm's void. We fall. --- **The Aftermath** We land in a desert of black sand, the sky a swirl of dying stars. Eden's scars are raw again, the melody in him a discordant wail. He doesn't look at me.

That’s what I’d told her. That’s what I believed. And yet now… every time I touched someone else, I felt like I was the one shattering. I buried my face in my hands and let out a guttural noise, somewhere between a laugh and a curse. Fuck. What the hell was happening to me? I used to be stone. Unshakable. Unfazed. But one broken girl with haunted eyes and her father’s cursed blood was unraveling me thread by thread. And the worst part?

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.

Novah's POV The silence after the shattering crash was different. Thicker, charged. Porcelain dust hung in the weak morning light filtering through the heavy blue drapes, catching on motes like fractured stars. Novah stood amidst the wreckage of the tray, the bowl, the candlestick, her chest heaving. The raw power that had surged through her moments before still thrummed in her veins, a low, insistent vibration beneath her skin, like a plucked bass string. It wasn't just adrenaline; it was *her*. Her wolf, coiled and watchful, its fury momentarily sated by the act of destruction. Not against a person, but against the memory, the helplessness Nick represented.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

She grasps onto my hands, looking intently down at it after breaking her stare. “Your future bleeds, child. So much blood…so many deaths.” “That's all!? I'm already used to spilling blood.” I say in a growly tone, admitting the truth of my reality. She shakes her head, breathing in hard. “There'll be regret. I see you wallowing in it. It's going to push you to act rashly. You'll hurt the one you love most, but it'll be too late before you realize it.” That was the moment I pulled my hand away from her sharply as if it burned. “What are you talking about!? I don't fucking love anyone.”

I stepped inside The air went still My magic dimmed I wasn’t alone Shadows moved across the ceiling whispering like children beneath a blanket I drew in a slow breath and whispered the name I’d heard in the rift The shadows parted A long staircase spiraled downward lit only by gold threads in the stone that pulsed with each step I took And at the bottom A chamber Circular and silent A pedestal stood in the center and on it rested the weapon It wasn’t a sword It wasn’t armor It was a flame Floating Contained in a glass orb sealed with runes that pulsed like a heartbeat I knew without touching it This was goddess fire Pure Unforgiving Alive I stepped forward and pressed my hand to the orb It s

Then my mind wanders off to Antonio words: "Is not really the matter of being a softy dumbass. I just find the story similar to what happened to you. I'm dead serious! You've got to read this book, perhaps after reading you can tell me if I was wrong or right" I don't know when my fingers has typed the title of the book and it's author and now I was at A****n Kindle page. In the page, the book cover is designed with white background and then it had a broken shaped hearts on the background with the title written in red 'Shattered Hearts' and it's author name below the cover Micaela Alvarado. Seeing this book again sent turbulence to my heart like in the afternoon when I'd seen it.

I intended to make her fall for me, only to shatter her, to leave her broken the way I’d once imagined her father had broken my family and pack, stealing not just the funds of my pack but also my happiness. But Lila wasn’t just the enemy’s daughter anymore. She was my mate, my fated mate. The bond we shared wasn’t something I could ignore. It wasn’t just the fire that ignited every time her scent teased my senses or the electric charge of her touch. It was something far deeper, far more primal.