Romans & histoires Shattered Series

“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.

He sank onto the floor, staring at the broken chair pieces. “Fuck!” he muttered under his breath. Every piece of wood on the ground reminded him of how his trust had been shattered. In that moment, he felt as if his whole life was splintered like the chair. Outside, the sound of a car approaching made him sit up. He went to the window and pulled the curtain aside just a little, careful not to be seen. In the parking lot, he could make out Dante’s figure alongside two others. Rico, who always tried to be strong, looked barely able to stand, while Gio and Leo carried their own marks of injury. Their faces were tired and pained.

he called out. Vanessa had just ended her call when she heard the voice. Turning around, her eyes met the gaze of her treacherous husband, Lucas, the man who had shattered her soul and broken her heart to pieces three years ago. Hatred coursed through her veins, but she maintained a calm and nonchalant expression "V... Vanessa?" Lucas stuttered, unsure if he was dreaming. The woman before him couldn't possibly be Vanessa. That timid, pathetic woman he once knew could never transform into this stunning beauty.

She lifted the device high, fingers trembling, and pressed every button at once. The screen flared, then shattered in her hand like glass. The Core convulsed. The towers screamed—voices cascading into chaos, billions of memories unraveling at once. The plain of light ruptured, breaking apart into rivers that dissolved into nothing. The rewritten staggered, their faces unraveling, scattering into sparks. The massive tower of Emma’s selves shattered last, her own younger faces dissolving into streaks of light that rose like fireflies, vanishing into the collapsing horizon.

Another’s annihilation. The thought follows me like a shadow. Which a "Shatterpoint"

AISHA The cold mud caked under my fingernails didn’t matter anymore. The rain pouring down on my shivering shoulders didn't matter either. Nothing mattered. Just an hour ago, I had crossed the pack border, thinking of nothing but survival. But then, reality crashed into me like a physical blow. Leo. Toby. My sweet, innocent little brothers. What was the point of running to save my own skin if I left them behind to face Mabel’s wrath? Mabel was a monster, and she knew they were my weakness.

“Shattered. The family is shattered. You’re my real mother too? The one Victor is half-brother to? The real threat is Victor. He’s behind the merger collapse from the beginning? He paid the right people? He made it collapse on purpose? He wanted ValeTech? He wanted control? And now he has the contracts? The emails? The bank records? He’s been feeding Victor everything? The reforms? The changes? The board votes? He’s been on his side the entire time? He’s the enemy now? He shot at us? Right there? The family dynamic collapses right now? I have you too now? After everything?” Damien sat down slow. “You’re all my family now. The real mother. The real brother. The real threat is Victor. The half

Shards hung in the air like frozen rain, each reflecting a different horror: wolves devouring their own young, vampires burning in sunlight, a child with eyes of starlight tearing open its mother’s chest. Then the shards fell. And the bleeding began. Blood poured from the broken frame—not dripping, pouring, as though the wall itself had been wounded. The court surged to its feet. Cassius whirled, instincts flaring. “What in the—” Another mirror shattered. Then another. Blood sprayed across tables, across faces. Goblets overturned. People slipped in it, fell, trampled. Panic ignited like wildfire. Seraphine seized the moment. She drove the dagger upward—straight for Cassius’s heart.

Catrina shouted. My stomach plunged as she outed not only my fated bond to Billie, but also our break-up. All eyes were indefinitely on me now, all unspoken questions echoed by Catrina’s accusations, and I didn’t like it. David and Colt had begun transforming; behind me, so did Billie. The world was closing in on me with more human voices to feed the chorus.

The Shatter Trial In the space of one breath, Ava was ripped from the battlefield—dragged through the rift into a hollow reflection of herself. She landed hard on black glass. Her mirror-self stood at the center, arms open. “This is where I win,” she said softly. “Where you break. Where your threads tear.” And behind her— The soul-threads glowed. All five. Cut. Burning. Dying. Ava dropped to her knees. “No,” she whispered. “This isn’t real.”