Sonic Prime Shattered Novels & Stories

A thousand dollars, that is all I am worth. I feel a heat on me, like someone is watching me like I am a game to be caught by a prey. I face the direction and I stand my ground and put on my game face, I hold my head up, high and proud. I wasn’t going to break down and give these perverts a show to boost their egos. I hear the speaker again but I can’t believe it this time. “Fi-fifty fifty million dollars, going once, going twice and sold,” she says disoriented.

The descent was a scream of friction. The Sovereign-Prime didn't land; it integrated. As the massive ship pierced the London fog of April 2026, it began to dissolve, its nanite-hull pouring into the Thames like liquid mercury. Leo felt his nervous system snap. The transition from flesh to infrastructure was a violent, white-hot erasure. His memories of the boardroom, the divorce, and the moonstone flowers weren't forgotten—they were re-categorized as system data.

Familiar. I end up dropping my phone on the floor. I stay still, silent, staring at the carpet as gasps erupt around me. The weight of the moment presses down, thick and suffocating... Someone fumbles for the speaker and the music cuts off mid-beat. The silence rings like a siren. “Shit! Oh my God,” Amelia whispers. “Fiona...” “Jesus Christ,” Jenna says, her voice shaking. “That son of a bitch. That motherfucking piece of shit. I am gonna end him. I will ‘unalive’ him!”

"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."

"You hate me that much? In our last life, we were married. And now, even getting near you scares you?" He gave a bitter smile and smashed the vial on the floor. "Don't worry. I've done enough wrong. I won't hurt you again. I just came to see you and talk to you." Lillian lowered the speaker, but her voice remained cold. "There's nothing to say." Elton opened his mouth, but a voice crackled through the studio's speakers. Tanya yelled, "Useless! I knew you'd fail. Fine! If you don't hurt her, you can both die!"

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

" That last shred of hope I had sank into the abyss. Aiden didn't recognize me. Of course, he didn't. He never cared whether I lived or died anyway. How could he possibly recognize my remains? After the scene was processed, they stuffed my limbs into a black body bag like trash and took them back to the patrol unit. My soul—without having me realize it—followed along and ended up in the back seat of Aiden's patrol car. Aiden sat in the passenger seat. The one driving was Benson Chambers, the bravest warrior of the Sundara Pack and also Aiden's best friend. Benson said, "Aiden, was your phone off? Vincent Vance—the Gamma—tried to call you, but it went through to me instead." Aiden's brows tig

“It’s a tether to the timelines that were never meant to converge. Echoes of realities that refused to collapse. And now… they’re breaking through.” Evryn felt a coldness settle in her chest. “If this is true, it means the convergence wasn’t the final merge,” she said. “It was the first.” Aurex’s voice darkened. “And those echoes… they could be corrupted. Untethered from reality, with no consequence.” Elara nodded. “I’ve seen one already. A figure calling himself The Shard. He exists in fragments—across every broken outcome. And he wants the Core... or what’s left of it.”

“But I was going to leave his house. It's the truth! The rain started, I couldn’t drive, I didn’t even…” Before I could complete my words, Adrien’s hand shot out, sweeping a priceless vase from the table. It crashed onto the marble floor, shattering into countless glittering fragments. I froze, my breath hitching in my throat, my chest tightening with fear. The sound of breaking porcelain echoed in the tense silence between us. Adrien stood rigid, his jaw clenched, eyes still locked on me, but now with a storm of pain swirling beneath his anger. “That’s enough. Your terrible lies are worsening the situation. "Just… leave me alone tonight,” he muttered at last, his voice hoarse, before turnin

"You are nothing. You were born from death, and death is all you'll bring." Those words have followed Zara Cole every single day of her seventeen years alive. Her mother died bringing her into the world, and her father - the Beta of Ironveil Pack - never let her forget it. While her brother trains to inherit their father's title, Zara trains in the dark. Alone. Unseen. Better than all of them. She is the top student. The fastest warrior. The girl nobody looks at twice. Until the day everything changes. When a transfer student named Mira walks into the pack training and decides - for reasons Zara cannot explain that she wants to be her friend, the walls Zara built brick by