Shattering Book Novels & Stories

The hills fell apart into wireframe geometry, then into lines, then into a single point of hard, white glare that blinked and was gone. The chamber shook. Every wall flared. The other mirrors surrounding us trembled—as if the sound of that shatter had run circuits through the entire maze. Cracks raced along their surfaces too—not deep enough to break them, but enough to fracture the scenes they showed. Office‑me’s cubicle buckled, fluorescent lights bursting in a shower of sparks. Ethan‑forever Willa’s ring shattered on her finger, the fridge magnets falling away. The writer‑who‑left’s stack of pages blew out of her hands in a whirlwind, scattering like birds.

I kicked it so hard it collapsed sideways, books scattering like fallen leaves. The full-length mirror? I hurled a decorative crystal at it, watching with sick satisfaction as cracks spiderwebbed across the glass until it shattered completely. But none of the things he gave me ended up on the ground. None. As if a part of me was silently protecting them. I sank to the ground, where shards of glass decorated the floor like twisted flowers in a cursed garden. A few pierced my fingers, but I didn’t give a damn. Let it hurt. It wouldn’t kill me.

Ruin me again? Did Anthony still have the power to ruin me? As much as I didn’t want to believe it, the truth was… yes. He did. One look, one careless word, one reminder of what we used to be, and I was back at square one. A teenage girl with her heart cracked open and no shield to protect it. He didn’t even have to try. He just existed, and I unraveled. But was I going to let him ruin me again? Absolutely No. I wasn’t going to give him that power. Not this time. I’d built myself up from ashes before, brick by brick, scar by scar. I had clawed my way back into the sport, into myself. He didn’t get to take that from me again.

The kind of engines that don’t do idle; they lurk. The long-awaited verdict never came. The gavel in puffy manicured hand with age spots froze halfway down. Then the windows shattered, a burst of light and noise came in so fast it felt like God had gotten drunk and emptied his ashtray on us. Automatic fire tore through the stained glass window—saints, angels, and devils all shredded into a rain of colored shards. The saints fell hardest and shattered in smallest pieces. They always do.

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.

Instinctively, I looked away, deciding not to engage, and quietly waited for my ride. Suddenly, a piercing scream shattered the quiet of the street. "So you're turning me down? Is that it?" Before the words even finished, the woman spun around and rushed directly toward me. Her eyes glowed with a wild fury, and the blade of a knife gleamed in her hand. I froze. My feet were stuck to the pavement, and I was unable to process the danger. I just stood there in shock as she ran at me, holding the knife high. Just when I was overwhelmed with despair and certain I couldn't escape, someone suddenly jumped out from behind and threw himself in front of me.

"Have you come to your senses yet, Queenie? You can't keep this baby—it's a result of a terrible mistake! If you go through with this, I can't be your friend anymore, and you'll be a source of shame to everyone you know!" Upon seeing that I was ignoring her, Julie headed straight for Connor. With a glint flashing in her eyes, she pulled the same stunt again, stumbling forward and falling directly into Connor's embrace. I didn't miss the brief, triumphant glint in her eyes. However, Connor merely stepped to the side, causing Julie to fall to the ground and wince in pain. She looked up at Conor with a delicate, fragile expression, tears glistening in her eyes as she bravely held them back.

And now I am standing in the wreckage of that loyalty, watching her try to rewrite it. She steps forward, her eyes wide, her mouth trembling. “Fiona, you have it all wrong. It’s not what you think~” I laugh. It’s a brittle, hollow sound that feels like glass cracking in my throat. “Why do people always say that? Every damn fucking time. First Edward, now you. You always say it’s not what I think, when it’s exactly what I think. It’s exactly what it looks like. You hurt me. You hurt our friend group. You shattered something that mattered.”

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

Liam stood nearby, silent, unreadable. "Come," Ella said softly, guiding me to the couch. "I'm sorry. Was I shouting too much?" I tried to smile, to ease her guilt. But it came out twisted, hollow. "It wasn't your shouting," I said, my voice weak. "It was the glass. When it shattered, it... brought something back." "Oh, dear." Her hand closed gently over mine, trying to steady the tremble. "Here," Liam said quietly, offering me a glass of water. I stared at him for a moment, surprised. Then I took it. The cold water slid down my throat and seemed to calm the storm in me, at least for now.