Shattered Glass Novel Novels & Stories

“Hold her down. Tear her limbs apart one by one until she tells us where he is.” The two warriors lunged forward, their hands outstretched to grab me. I braced my feet against the stone, preparing to fight with the absolute last breath in my lungs— The entire world exploded into chaos. The massive, grand glass dome at the very center of the Academy library shattered completely. Thousands of heavy, jagged crystal shards rained downward like a violent waterfall, exploding across the stone floor in a deafening, cataclysmic roar. Through the raining glass, a massive, towering shadow descended onto the floor with a force that literally cracked the foundation stones beneath his boots.

The two seconds it took for Bennett to complete his shift stretched on for what felt like an eternity, I could hear his bones cracking and could see them distorting over his skin at awkward angles. Midnight black fur erupting over his tan skin as if it were burning it away. He was beautiful. I was ashamed to admit that I was a little awe struck being this close to his wolf, to any wolf really. Those who hadn’t yet completed their first shift were kept away from the wolves as we couldn’t communicate yet through the pack link, and wolves were very volatile once provoked, but I couldn’t stop myself, I reached for him. His fur was jet black but in the dim lights of the apartment, it almost looke

“This is?” Realizing the familiar scene, yet put on a heavy emphasis towards the difference of each shard and broken pieces. Where a particular scene is playing at each broken one, yet peculiarly some scenes that are too blurry to see are falling fast than the others. Hitting that somewhat none existing floor and breaking it into much tinier pieces and vanishing into thin air. The ones that remain afloat and different from the latter are now facing her. Like a puzzle that she needed to solve, yet is bringing the warning that’s making her sweat with coldness and unexplainable dread that she never had before. Each piece of the glass is showing her a promise, yet somewhat a curse that are and m

The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings? Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me. "Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash. The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this fool.

He had a painful expression, which annoyed Vivian. “Don’t look at me with that painful look. Someone might think I am wicked. But I am not. I just participated in the race, and I won. The game had no rules and all it cared about was to win. And I did exactly that. "Please get out of my house. I have already filed for divorce. I don’t need you in my house," she said harshly. "Are you driving me out of your own house?" he asked. “Please get out. You are destroying our peace. Hey drive him away. I don’t want to see him near this house." Shadrach, who is her fiancé, said.

The windows, the mirrors, the glass lamp on the desk—everything reflective in the room exploded at once. Shards flew through the air like falling stars, embedding into the wooden walls, skidding across the floor. Rigel jerked back, shielding himself just in time. The silence that followed was deafening. Daniel stood in the center of the destruction, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his hands shaking. His heart pounded against his ribs. Not because he was hurt. But because for a split second, when the glass shattered, he had felt something else. Relief.

Chapter: Pieces of a Puzzle Muffled through the glass walls of Noah's office, the hum of the city was in vast contrast to the oppressive silence within. He sat behind his desk, his sharp eyes fixed on the document before him, but he wasn't focusing on the words. His mind kept going back to the email he'd received earlier that day, those damning photos, the implications, and the undeniable intention for chaos.

I stared at the file, a war between fury and fatigue rising in me. “She didn’t just steal my husband. She stole my peace.” Lucas nodded. “Then take it back.” That night, I sat on my balcony, stars scattered across the sky like secrets. Sophie Lane had disappeared. But not for long. This wasn’t about revenge anymore. It was about closure. About justice. About ensuring no one else got hurt the way I did. Because in the end, Shattered Vows wasn’t just the title of my story. It was a warning.

And then, with a sudden burst of anger, I shattered the glass into pieces. The sound of breaking glass echoed throughout the room, and I watched as the shards fell to the ground in a cascade of glittering fragments. As I stared down at my hand, I saw that it was covered in a beautiful, dark hue of red. Blood was dripping down my fingers, and I could feel it seeping into the crevices between my knuckles.

‘Damn it!’ the scream echoed through the seemingly abandoned mansion, closely followed by the sound of glass shattering. A dark red liquid dripped ominously from the remains of what once had been a crystal whiskey glass. Staining both the wall it had been shattered against, and the carpet directly beneath said wall, now littered with glittering glass shards, as if millions of tiny diamonds had been scattered across the expensive hotel room.