Shattering Book Novels & Stories

Not from Jason himself. My hand shot out, and I shoved, venting my frustration on the shelves in front of me. A glass slipped from its position, shattering instantly. Not only that, but vial bottles were scattered across the floor. A book fell from the highest shelf. Thick? Leather-bound and dusty as hell. Its lock broke, and it hit the ground. I wanted to ignore it until a drawing caught my eye. I stared at it. It was a forbidden book. I remembered being told not to open it unless it was necessary.

“REAGAN HOPE SUTHERLAND!” a female voice shouted above the noise. A brunette girl was standing at the table staring Reagan down. Her hands were on her hips and she looked angry. “I am gonna kill you!” she said it not as loud but in a stern voice that sent a chill through me. Reagan choked on the water she was drinking. She seemed to be in shock not moving or saying anything just meeting the girls stare. People started to stop and watch as the brunette stood there waiting for a response.

"The journal mentions 'The Shattering.' It says after her final bond was formed, her mates changed. Became. aggressive. Possessive. And then they attacked her." "The Shattering?" Kai repeated, his mind already working, putting together bits of forbidden information. "I've only heard rumors it exists. A theoretical bond rejection extreme, perhaps? But not. fated murder." "It's not rejection," Rhea corrected, her eyes running over the intricate script. "It says the bond intensified, obsessed them. Warped their protective instincts into something ugly. They couldn't bear to share her, even with each other. They wanted her for themselves alone, and when they couldn't have that, they decided that

I tilted the spine of an unmarked black book. The shelf groaned, wood shifted, and dust scattered as the entire unit shuddered and began to slide apart, splitting down the middle like an ancient wound reopening. A narrow gap yawned open before me, dark as pitch. I stepped back, jaw tight. “Always dramatic,” I muttered. With a final groan, the shelves sealed behind me, the outside world shutting away. Darkness swallowed me whole. I raised a hand and snapped my fingers.

Nothing. Frustration began crawling up my spine. Two days left. I wasn’t walking out without that folder. I moved to the bookshelf and began pulling books out entirely, not just flipping through them. Hardbacks hit the floor quietly but not gently. My patience was thinning. I stepped backward to grab another stack and my elbow hit something. A glass vase. It tipped. Time slowed. I lunged to catch it— Too late. It shattered against the floor. The sound was sharp. Loud. Echoing. My heart stopped. Footsteps downstairs. Voices. Security. I moved instantly.

Emails, screenshots, photos, and one audio file labeled "Mirabel Confession." I looked at Evelyn. She was staring at Sylvia like she didn't know whether to thank her or hit her. "Why now?" Evelyn asked. "Why come back now and give us this?" "Because my mother almost died in that car accident. And sitting in that hospital, watching her sleep, I realized life is too short to keep holding on to lies." Sylvia's voice cracked a little. "I don't want to be the person who stays silent while people I used to care about destroy themselves over something that wasn't their fault."

In rage at everything this war had cost, at everyone who'd suffered, at the future that should have been and never would be. Her power exploded outward in a final, desperate surge. The Shard shattered. Not a small crack. Completely and utterly destroyed. The explosion of light was blinding. White-hot magic that seared itself into my retinas even through closed eyelids. I felt the shockwave ripple outward through stone, through earth and through the very air itself. Every shadow creature within miles turned to dust. I knew this not because I saw it, but because I felt it. From the moment their corrupted existence simply ceased. Above us, Shadowfang's defenders would be watching in stunned sil

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

"Don't worry about it." But she was already worrying. I could see it in the way she bit her lower lip, the same thing Mom used to do before the pills made her stop caring about anything. "We're in trouble, aren't we?" Charlotte's voice was small. "Like, real trouble." I wanted to lie. God, I wanted to lie so badly. But I was tired of carrying everything alone, tired of pretending our world wasn't falling apart. "Yeah," I said. "We are." She nodded slowly, stirring sugar into her coffee. "How bad?"

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."