Shatter Me Vk Novels & Stories

I closed my fist around my creation and the sudden, sharp motion of shattering the knife was a stark contrast to the fluid, almost ethereal quality of its creation. The ice shards exploded outward, hurtling toward the floor with a soft, tinkling sound, like a thousand tiny glass fragments shattering on stone. Yet, my gaze never wavered, remaining locked on Blaze's, a silent challenge, a demonstration of power and control. The air seemed to vibrate with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words, as if the very act of destroying the knife had become a declaration of intent, a statement of my capabilities

Then I take a deep breath, drawing on my power and Kella’s. When I open my eyes, I see Drake’s terrified eyes locked on mine. I hold his gaze as I blow out my power. It rolls like a wave breaking over the vampires closest to me first and then extending out. I hear the gratifying shriek of vampires all around me as they begin to disintegrate in front of me. I watch in satisfaction as they jerk around, trying to get away from the burn that my aura is causing as they burn into ash, the residual dust floating in the air before drifting to the ground.

"What should she be telling me Shields?" The glint in my eyes said that I would grab my friend by the ankles and shake the truth out of him. "Valiant has been through a lot over the last 24-hours Ro. She needed some comfort-" "Let me guess, you were the one to comfort her." Reece wasn't a pussy, he wasn't daft and he sure as hell wasn't going for my shit. "If you're going to be an aşs and not let me finish then yes, I comforted her."

But he doesn’t know me. He doesn’t know that every ounce of pain I’ve endured in my life has turned me into something sharp, something that bites back. He doesn’t know that I don’t just break, I shatter , and I take down whoever’s closest when I do. I feel the nausea curling tighter in my chest, but underneath it, something else bubbles: anger. No. Rage .

I made sure they paid—in the cruelest, most humiliating way possible. I tore my father’s company apart, crushed his legacy, and gathered allies who wanted him ruined just as much as I did. And just when I thought I had nothing left to lose, I found my fiancée in bed with my half-brother, Gregory. Chanel had been the last illusion I had about love. And when that illusion shattered, I stopped believing in anything. I swore off women. I lived recklessly, throwing myself into work, into power, into winning.

Vanessa’s voice sliced through the silence, sweet yet laced with venom. “I warned you, Ethan,” she said, her eyes sparkling with triumph. “Didn’t I tell you she was unfaithful? But you wouldn’t listen. You defended her.” I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. Ethan’s gaze locked onto mine. What I saw there shattered me. Agony. Disbelief. Betrayal. “How could you, Liana?” His voice was strained, raw, and broken. “How could you betray me like this?” “No!” The word burst from me, filled with desperation and pleading. “Ethan, it’s not what it looks like! Please, just let me explain...”

-Karen- “I warned you- Did you think I was going to simply forgive you for the things you’ve done to me?” I asked as I stepped closer to her. “Hate me all you want. But in the end, you failed to break me- You failed to end me- Plainly put, you completely failed. Soul Shatter!” I yelled, punching directly through her soul. As soon as my fist touched her, she shattered like glass and faded away forever.

Shards embed themselves in my knuckles, drawing blood that drips onto the pristine white marble in perfect crimson drops. The pain feels good. Real. More real than anything I've felt since Viktor's call turned my world into a fucking wasteland. Blood runs down my fingers as I stand there, breathing hard, staring at my fractured reflection in what's left of the mirror. Multiple versions of myself stare back— all of them broken, all of them failures. A father who couldn't save his son. A lover who couldn't protect his woman. A man who built an empire on violence only to discover that violence can't solve the problems that matter most.

She was panting, falling apart in both our hands, her heat consuming her all over again. “Come for us, Vienna,” I said. “Let us feel how tight you get when we talk about ruining you together.” She shattered. And we held her through it, Kai gripping her thighs as she screamed his name, and me stroking her from behind, whispering filth and praise until she slumped forward, boneless and wrecked.

I squeezed the glass harder this time my eyes had turned blue. “Be calm” Kai held me. “I'm finding it.” I struggled to say out of my anger. The glass shattered due to the way I squeezed it so hard. “Fuck!” I slammed the table and walked towards Vennetta. Kai tried to stop me, but one more attempt could land us into a fight. Vennetta kept rocking her butts on the men around and this…this action annoyed me. Watching another man lay his filthy fingers on *HER* waist.