Shatter Synonym Novels & Stories

“Safe doesn’t look like this.” Her gaze didn’t waver. “That looks like pain. Pain you haven’t spoken, pain you’ve turned inward.” “I don’t want to speak it!” I shouted. “If I say it, it’s real. And if it’s real, I’ll break apart completely.” “You won’t,” she said calmly. “You might shatter, yes. But shattering is not the end. Sometimes it’s the only way to rebuild.” Her words buzzed in my ears. My chest rose and fell too fast. “Lucien can’t see me like this,” I whispered. “He already looks at me like I’m glass. If he hears this—if he knows—I’ll lose him.”

The world slows into dreadful inevitability as the glass jug and mug slip from the platter, tumbling earthward with no hope of rescue. Shatter. The crash rings out, sharp and merciless, glass exploding into fragments across the polished floor. My eyes widen as the mess glitters beneath me, shards scattered like dangerous jewels. “Jesus, what the fuck,” I whisper harshly, the words trembling out before I can stop them. I spin toward him, anger rising swift and hot in my chest. “What the hell was that?”

My heart nearly jumped out of my chest. What are you doing? You can't break down the wall! 'Bang!' Another in the same spot, only a small amount of concrete fell with it. Stop! You're going to hurt yourself before you can knock that wall down! 'Bang!' This time, bricks exploded from the place where Nathan had been pounding the wall. Not knowing what else to do, I let out a little squeal and tucked my head between my knees to protect my eyes.

I watch it shatter it to pieces like my mind. She is not worth it. She is not worth my attention. Not anymore.

A shocked exclamation popped from Malikul. SHATTER! The storm managed to destroy the shield. It amazed Freddie as well. The small size of the storm could shatter the shield. It was perfect.

The world I had been t rapped in didn't just crack. It shattered.

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.

This was the man who had caused her suffering, the man he despised. In a fit of rage, he struck the wall mirror, shattering it into a thousand pieces that glittered like fallen stars. The resounding crash echoed through the empty room as his fists pummeled the shards, each blow drawing fresh blood. The fragmented reflections painted a portrait of his shattered soul, mingling with the crimson streaks marking his path of destruction.

Just a girl. Shattered.

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.