Shatter Wowchilee Novels & Stories

"I want to redo the wedding. Would you still be my groom?" I found the sight of her tear-stained face laughable. "Have you gone mad? If you have, go see a psychiatrist, don't come here and embarrass yourself. Do you really think I wouldn't find out about all the things you did outside, you dirty wench?!"

"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 laboratory has fallen. Your people are safe.” However, a metallic creak coming from the central well interrupted our intimate moment. From between the shadows of the broken tar pipes, the silhouette of Chloe emerged limping, covered in ash and holding the control device that Hunter had left forgotten in the medical corridor. Her eyes were bloodshot, consumed by sickening envy at seeing us united.

She will always be protected! I take a deep breath and say the words I never wanted to say with a shakily breath. At least I don’t have to wait for his response, “I Talia Everest, of the Everest Pack, hereby reject Shane Wilkins as my mate and I sever our connection the Moon Goddess had given us.” Searing pain rips through my chest as my heart shatters. The pain in my stomach worsens.

" I shot up so fast I nearly fell off the bed. The last time I had her herbal tea, I swore I could taste suffering itself. Trevor leaned in, whispering to Greg, "The evil pot is about to hit the stove." Greg nodded solemnly. "Yep. The wicked witch of the east has returned." Before either of them could snicker any further. SMACK! Ella whacked them both on the head with expert precision. They yelped, their foreheads colliding with a dull thud. "Idiots," she muttered, crossing her arms. "How long have you two been back? And you only show up now?" Trevor and Greg held their ears like scolded schoolboys. "We're sorry." they mumbled in unison.

"I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered." Isla didn't know what to say. Her rage had been such a faithful companion. Letting it go now was like skydiving without a parachute. "And what of Vivienne?" she asked, not wincing when she spoke the name. "You were betrothed to her while leaving me notes under my door." Killian let out a slow breath, the guilt weighing his shoulders down.

Crossing his arms before his chest, he gathered every remaining trace of his inner strength, wrath, and spirit power into a thick, dark violet shield. Clang! The collision echoed like thunder. Sylas' shield shattered instantly, fragments scattering in every direction. To Sam, his shield was as fragile as cotton. Sylas staggered backward from the impact. Each step left a deep imprint in the stone, cracks spreading outward like a web. Blood rose in his throat and spilled from his lips. His energy wavered, the dark violet glow dimming as his strength ebbed away. He could clearly feel that his body, power, and spirit were being eroded by Chaos. If this continued, he would not last three more exc

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

They were gathered together, whispering and gesturing at me. It turned out that Julie had started a livestream where she was trashing me. "I'd like everyone to know that Queenie York, my so-called best friend, has gone off the rails. She actually went so far as to drug Mr. Greene in order to get together with him. She managed to get pregnant and gave birth to the child, and in return, Mr. Greene had agreed to pay her 60 million dollars.

"I forgot the tracker on my phone." She gritted her teeth and messed up her hair before grabbing the pill from the hooligan and swallowing it. "Quick, grab me. Make it look like you're attacking me." The hooligans hesitated. "Uh, is that okay?" "Do it!" Jill hissed. "Say Lillian set you up. You'll get a big reward." She yanked the rag from Lillian's mouth and shoved her aside before collapsing dramatically. Before Lillian could scream, she wailed, "Help! Elton, where are you? Save me! Get away from me! Help!"