Shattered Glass Megatron Novels & Stories

As she walked back toward me with her gleamy eyes,I knew exactly what was coming. A thousand questions. The kind that even G****e may not be able to answer.

I collapsed onto the blood-stained floor. My phone rang. It was my second-in-command, Marcus, his voice frantic. "Boss! Mrs. Torrino's car... it exploded on I-94. The feds are on scene... Boss, they're saying... there are no survivors."

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

I waited a long time, but he just couldn't stop. Finally, I let myself lean gently against his shoulder and closed my eyes. "Dad…Mom… I'm sorry…" I could feel someone shaking me, but I couldn't open my eyes no matter how much I tried. "Open my eyes and look at me, Kate! Please don't do this! I'll take you home! I'll take you right now!" The moment he lifted me, my hand slipped down limp and weightless, like a puppet with its strings cut. Jason froze for a moment, his body trembling hard.

[The Harvest of Souls] The Glass Court of Geneva was no longer a place of law; it was a cathedral of glass shards and dying echoes. As the three black Acoustic Arks breached the surface of the lake, the displacement of water sent a tidal wave crashing against the reinforced crystal walls of the chamber. The sound was a low-frequency roar that didn't just vibrate the air—it hummed through the calcium of their bones. Panni stood over the shattered remains of Jian’s mask. Her palm still stung from the strike, but the heat in her chest was different now. It wasn't the artificial gold of the Master Key; it was a raw, protective fire.

The reflection in the glass stared back — tired eyes, lips trembling with truths I couldn’t yet name. The retreat was supposed to strengthen the company. Instead, it was breaking me apart. And deep down, I knew this was only the beginning.

The Triarchs were right—we don't have much time. We swim toward the temple's entrance, and the doors—massive things made of some dark metal—swing open at our approach. As if we're expected. As if something wants us to enter. The interior is vast and echoing, filled with that same diffuse light. Murals cover the walls, depicting scenes from before the Shattering—the Mother deity whole and radiant, her children gathered around her, a world of peace and beauty. And then the war. The Shattering. The Mother torn apart, her fragments becoming the gods we know now. And at the center of it all, a single figure—neither god nor mortal, but something in between—falling into the abyss.

I said. He slipped out of the room, leaving me alone in the suffocating silence of the penthouse. The fire in the hearth crackled, casting long, dancing shadows across the polished marble floor. I sat on the edge of the sofa, my hand resting protectively over the mahogany trunk containing the Shattered Mirror. My spine. My salvation. Twenty minutes passed like a slow agonizing torture. Every creak of the hotel walls made me flinch. Every gust of wind against the glass sounded like Lir’s voice whispering threats into the dark.

"Destroy me?" Xavier looked at me then, and for the first time, I saw something that wasn't clinical. It was pity. Cold, hard pity. "He’s not going to destroy you, Liora. He’s going to use you. Sometimes, that’s worse." The car slowed down. I looked up. A massive glass monolith loomed over us. It was a hundred stories of black glass, cutting into the rainy sky like a jagged tooth. LUMINAIRE.

Shards of glass from the penthouse doors littered the floor like diamonds, crunching under the boots of the medics rushing forward. Ethan was on his knees in the center of the devastation, cradling Emily’s limp body. He wasn't fully human anymore. His shirt had shredded across his back as his muscles expanded, his skin rippling with the violent, restrained urge to shift. His eyes were voids of abyssal black, leaking shadow. His claws were embedded in the stone beneath him, anchoring him to the earth, because if he let go, he would tear the world apart. "Alpha!" Lucas shouted, skidding to a halt. "Let them work! You have to let them work!"