Sonic Prime Shattered Novels & Stories

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

Fast-paced heavy metal-type chords thump my veins, the live sound of the music taking my breath away. My queue to come in is signaled by London who lets out a deep roar. Being a call-and-response song it was by far one of my favorites from Crash Course Rebellion and now I get to live it. I sing the melody, Jackie is in harmony and London's note is a growl. ~ "I can't fight it!" London and Jackie:"I can't fight it!" "There's a feeling deep inside when I look into the eyes of the monster!" "I see through it!" London and Jackie: "I see through the facade!"

“Because first, while you are in my care, I won’t let anyone kill you. And second, I won’t allow anyone to threaten my pack.” She looks at me a long moment before turning and looking around. “Fuckers, they had to destroy my computer.” She mutters. She moves to the counter where it looks like there used to be a cash register. It’s currently smashed to pieces. She bends down and puts her hand against a hidden locking system and it slides open. She unlocks a safe and opens it, grabbing a phone and quickly trying to close it before I see inside. However, what I do see adds more questions to my already overloaded mind. Why does she have three phones in a safe?

Given that one could die any of a thousand ways out here, I decided that obedience was the best way to live to see her in my bed that night. Five minutes passed… then I heard shouting. “Let’s move,” Forty ordered. We moved. I followed her instructions to the letter, and in just a minute, we were on our way out with our packs full of platinum scrap. The second my foot left the doorstep, I heard a loud bang and backed up again. Someone was shooting at us and I saw concrete chips flying. “Damn!” Forty swore. “We’re pinned… any ideas?” Me? I was brand-new to grand theft. “Not a clue.”

He took a step closer and the man raised his gun back up at me to defend himself. “It's either her,” the man nodded his head towards Hyene still lying, bleeding on the floor, “or her.” His hands moved the gun slightly up and down in a signal of pointing. “You pick, Shape Shifter.” Nathan's gun went off and the man staggered back, clutching his leg in agony. Blood oozed from the gunshot wound and the Spirit started going crazy again, shifting his vision from me to the blood pouring onto the cement. “How about neither?” Nathan said and walked over to help Hyene.

"I’m better than okay. I’m finished with him." But as I look toward the horizon, I know the Shattered Mirror isn't just a weave anymore. It’s a trap. And Lir just walked right into the center of it.

The warmth spread through me, and it steadied the blaze at my center. Mara screamed like the world split, and the remaining guards shifted into a push. I felt the shard begin to destabilize—someone or something rending the base. The runes cracked. The core’s hum lost its steady beat and stuttered. I could not tell how long the collapse took. The final moment came with such a roar that it was like being inside a drum. The shard split, rain of black stone and sparks throwing up like small suns. The darkness that had leached from it bled back into the ground, into the earth, like a wound closing. The creatures collapsed, the corrupted form melting into ash, the recruited ones stumbling, freed a

“You wanted this.” “I wanted clarity,” she said. “And now you have it.” Her hand brushed his arm possessive, calculated. He pulled away. “Stay out of my business,” he warned. She smiled faintly. “You don’t have a business anymore, Damian. You have a mess.” The First Breakdown It happened late at night. Damian was alone in his office, city lights bleeding through the glass, when the pressure finally slipped past his defenses. He stared at a document on his desk one Althea had once revised for him, her notes still saved in the margins. Precise. Thoughtful. Grounded.

The void erupted in a blinding explosion of light, shards spinning like shattered stars. 4 — The Entity Contained The entity shrieked, writhing violently as Nathan’s consciousness merged with the fragments, anchoring the system but giving himself over entirely. Eva screamed, her form flickering and destabilizing as the core’s energy surged beyond her control. “No! This… cannot…” Alina focused, directing the fragments’ energy outward. The entity’s massive form shattered, scattering into shards of light, pieces of Eva flickering and dissolving. The void trembled violently, and for a brief, terrifying moment, it seemed as if the network itself would collapse — swallowing everything.

Zina POV The muffled voices started as a faint hum beyond the door. At first, it was the shuffle of feet, followed by a low exchange of words. But then, Xaden's voice sharpened, slicing through the muted tones like a blade. Asher's reply came softer, hesitant. I strained to listen, my heart already tightening with unease. The tension was palpable even through the barrier between us. And then it happened. The slap—a sharp, resounding crack that echoed through the thin walls, stealing the air from my lungs.