Sonic Prime Shattered Novels & Stories

Like it still hoped for something whole with him. But then reality clawed its way back in. That sentence didn’t change anything. Not the betrayal. Not the pain. Not the image of my ex-best friend’s eyes avoiding mine after she did what she did. Not the emptiness I felt every night when I realised trust, once shattered, never fits back quite the same. Again. I heard the front door open and close. I freezed. Today was Thursday and nobody except me, Analeigh and Ana was here except... Evan walked into the living room. His suit was all... wrong and his hair and...

He just needed to shower and he would come back better. The next day, a message came to all the Alphas that the Lycan Alpha was no more and his killer had automatically become the new Lycan Alpha. When Lukas Briston heard it, he was dazed.

I announce, standing up so the whole room knows just who they're fucking with if they're stupid enough to try and go over the top of me. The announcer clears her throat, disoriented. “Fifty million dollars, going once, going twice and sold!” The Circle prided itself on its exclusive, invite-only memberships for the underworld’s wealthiest and most powerful. A good number of those members, including myself, engaged in different illegal activities. I have heard tales of what these old Dons do to their slaves and I wouldn’t want them to breathe close to her. My Jewel. My Isabella. Mine.

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.”