Sonic Prime Shattered Novels & Stories

“No movement outside.” I hovered over the keyboard, my finger shaking above the button. Twenty seconds. Then— The lights flickered. The walls trembled. A single *bang* echoed through the night. And the door exploded inward. --- Gunfire erupted. I hit the ground as bullets tore through the motel. Damien’s men. They had found us. Carter fired back, but he was weak. Michael grabbed him, shoving him behind cover. “Winnie, hit the damn button!” I crawled toward the laptop, heart pounding.

Fortunately, Warzone stepped in and used a shield she had generated to block the attack. After that happened, Plymouth used his gravity powers to manipulate the wreckage on the facility floor and repelled them against us. But Vicegrip then charged up his arms to slice up the debris. Then Primal kneed Stronghold in his gut to weaken his hold on him. " Ouch! You son of a bitch! ” Stronghold said. He then pulled back his arm and slammed Primal’s head on the ground. " Primal!” I screamed. ” I then used my tiger shrouds and flew above Stronghold while he kept his hand pressed down on Rick’s head.

The pillar’s surface began to crack. Not shatter. Not yet. Hairline fractures spidered out from where my hand touched, racing up and down its length. Light leaked through them in thin, white‑hot streams. Around us, consoles blew in showers of sparks. Screens shattered one by one, their glass fronts exploding outward like they’d been hit from behind. Shards hung in the air for a second, then dissolved into code‑snow—tiny symbols burning as they fell.

he replied without slowing, “you are exactly what they want. That makes you fragile.” That shut her up. Marcus Stone appeared at the stairwell landing like he’d been summoned by instinct alone, earpiece crackling, gun already in his hand. His eyes flicked over Isabelle in a rapid assessment, alive, upright, terrified. “Black sedan is compromised,” Marcus said. “Secondary vehicle ready on Forty-Eighth.” “Clear the floor,” Dante ordered. “No press. No delays.” They moved fast. Isabelle barely registered the chaos around her security shouting into radios, doors slamming, people scattering like startled birds. All she could feel was the USB drive burning in her palm, a small thing with the weigh

I had to end this. Not just for me. For Kate. For every woman who’d been used and discarded like collateral damage in someone else’s game. The thumb drive with the audio files sat inside the lining of my coat, right where I’d hidden it. I kept thinking, One leak and the whole empire collapses. But leaking it came with a cost. If I pushed this button, I was detonating the last bridge to normalcy. The last tie to who I used to be. The call came at 2 a.m.

Adyant had dropped the call and with that Veda was again left alone in the world of colors and darkness. Veda stood frozen, her phone still pressed to her ear. The woman's voice haunted her. "Adyant, baby...". Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. The echoes of her broken heart lingered in the darkest of the night as moon faded away in the veil of clouds, leaving only whispers of ruin and a tale of shattered heart behind. She felt cheap. Used. A mere convenience for Adyant. The art studio, once her sanctuary, now seemed suffocating and dark.

Freya's pov The shard cracked open like an egg and that voice his voice and poured out of it like smoke. “Help me, Mama.” I didn’t breathe__hard for me. It felt like the world tilted sideways and my heart shattered in my chest. It was him. It was really him not an echo and not a trick. I knew my son’s voice even if I heard it across galaxies. Finnick stared at the broken Soulshard on the ground, his expression full of disbelief.

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.

He paused, watching her closely, as if weighing whether or not she'd bolt. "So I pushed you away. I told myself I was protecting you, but really, I was protecting myself. From being revealed. From being open. From letting anyone know how fucking scared I was." A breath stuck in Isla's throat. Her fingers tightened around her cup. Killian continued, his voice softer now. "I thought that control was the only thing that prevented me from shattering. That if I just controlled everything—my business, my relationships, even you—I would never shatter. But I was wrong. I lost you, and I shattered."

“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.