Shattered Series Book Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

I ripped and wrenched her flesh apart until all I could see was red bleeding into the rain, shiny viscera exposed out of clefts of tattered fur. The voices around me melded together. They screamed at me to stop and I kept ripping. The body beneath me convulsed and gurgled, no longer recognizable to me. I would have rendered my enemy to a bloody pulp if not for the jaws and hands that pulled me away by force. When I was finally thrown back into the mud, I rolled to my feet and saw what I had done.

Shattered Foundations Barbara stumbled through the city streets, her vision blurred by a torrent of tears. The once-familiar sights and sounds of the bustling metropolis faded into a blur as she fled the bar, her heart shattering with every step. Reaching the sanctuary of her apartment, Barbara slammed the door behind her, the finality of the action echoing through the empty space. Clutching the divorce papers in her trembling hands, she sank to the floor, her body wracked with anguished sobs.

My hands were flat on the surface in front of me. Then something inside me broke. Not cracked. Not fractured. Broke. Completely. Catastrophically. Like a dam that had been holding back an ocean for months finally giving way. I stood up and grabbed the edge of the desk. I flipped it. The massive oak structure crashed onto its side and sent papers and maps and pens scattering across the floor. The lamp shattered. Glass exploded across the stone. I grabbed the bookshelf next. Ripped it from the wall. Books rained down around me. Their pages fluttered like wounded birds.

I continue to smash and destroy everything within reach, each crash and clatter echoing the turmoil in my mind. A framed picture of Graham and me, once a symbol of our partnership, now feels like a mockery. I grab it and throw it with all my might, watching as it shatters into fragments. The glass cuts my hand, but I barely feel it through the haze of rage and despair. The bookshelf is next. I yank books from the shelves, flinging them across the room. The titles blur together as they hit the walls and floor with dull thuds. The room, once a place of order and control, is now a chaotic mess, mirroring the ruin of my life.

“No movement outside.” I hovered over the keyboard, my finger shaking above the button. Twenty seconds. Then— The lights flickered. The walls trembled. A single *bang* echoed through the night. And the door exploded inward. --- Gunfire erupted. I hit the ground as bullets tore through the motel. Damien’s men. They had found us. Carter fired back, but he was weak. Michael grabbed him, shoving him behind cover. “Winnie, hit the damn button!” I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding.

As I fingered through the book, with no title, words began to glow and singed onto the worn parchment like magic. Inanna had stirred and I could feel the Lycan blood in me shift, each drop moving and flowing like lava through my veins and my eyes lit up like beacons absorbing the words from the page. It startled me and I dropped the book to the floor. As the thud of the heavy leather hit the floor and echoed throughout the endless room, books started flying off the shelves, pages fluttering towards me in a whirl of turbulence, surrounding me like a twister.

Chapter 70: Shattered world MIA It felt like my whole world was crumbling, piece by piece, leaving nothing but broken pieces which I couldn't piece back together. My best friend, the one person I could always count on, hated me. My dad was on the verge of losing everything he’d worked his entire life for. And as if that wasn’t enough, we’d been forced out of the only home I’d ever known because of my uncle Greg’s cruel games.

Then another voice appeared. Aariz. 🌙 He looked older. Tired. Broken. 💔 “The cycle has started again.” “And this time…” “It will be worse.” 😱 The moving image suddenly stopped. The photograph burned into ash. 🔥 Gone. As if it had never existed. 🌑 ⸻ 🌙 The Secret Hidden In The Books The giant room continued trembling. Thousands of notebooks surrounded them. 📚 One shelf suddenly collapsed. 💥 Several books fell at Ilyaan’s feet.

Trust, once unassailable, lay shattered, and the process of rebuilding would demand time, patience, and a willingness to confront the painful truths that had long festered beneath the surface. As they navigated the emotional minefield, the siblings clung to each other amidst the wreckage, their shared emotional breakdowns forming the crucible from which a new understanding of family would slowly begin to emerge. In the ruins of shattered illusions, the potential for healing and renewed bonds awaited, obscured by the fog of anguish and the echoes of unspoken pain.