The Shards Novels & Stories

Fèmi also responded with funny emojis. "Unfortunately, my prison here has a thousand exit doors. Of course, I should be happy to take advantage of them and escape, but I could quickly end up in solitary confinement if even the smallest percentage of my escape fails. So, thank you, I don't want to experience a traumatic escape movie." Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis.

We couldn’t ignore the consequences anymore, the line we were about to cross. The building we were heading to was a dilapidated structure, a remnant of the city’s forgotten past. Its crumbling walls and shattered windows made it look like a place where even the sun had given up. But it was exactly the kind of place Marcus would hide in—a place that would give him the advantage, where he could see everyone coming but remain unseen.

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

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.

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

It was time to move on. The Shadows convulsed and oozed towards the urn with a ravenous intensity. But before I could change my mind, they engulfed it… shattering it into 1,000 pieces. Silver and black shards exploded into the air, piercing my chest and scattering across the room like a dark, malevolent rain. I fell to my knees as my heart shattered, once again, the shards piercing my very soul. I clasped my hand over my heart, struggling to draw breath, and fought to stem the tide of tears that threatened to overwhelm me.

I nodded to Nathan and we both got out of the car slowly, not really sure if we wanted to go in. I stepped over the threshold of the place I called home for the past few months. The once spotless foyer laid out destroyed in front of my eyes. The pristine tile was crumbling under the once majestic chandelier that gravity helped explode on the shining surface. Glass littered the ground that wasn't occupied from other debris. The dark pattern of a wolf and moon was almost indistinguishable by now.

I will see you again when you have our mate underneath us, writhing and moaning our names,’ Zane replied as Zack rolled his eyes. ‘Settle down, old man. I know what to do,’ Zack said, cutting off their mind link as he was making his way around the crowd. The members of the Shadow Pack had arrived, mostly the warriors that Arthur knew, and congratulated him as the newest member. Zack smiled, nodding as he made his way toward the one woman who mattered the most to him. He slipped through the people who stopped and chatted with him, congratulating him on surviving the terrible attack of the poachers and rogues that had been working with the humans.

“We move slowly, deliberately. No rushing. Let them react to us instead of the other way around.” Bastion knelt near the edge of the rock, tracing the terrain with his fingers. “The shard is a tool, not just a weapon. Its pulse is responsive—it can detect Echo-Binder energy. Use it carefully. It will warn you of traps or presence, but it also reacts to fear. Keep your resolve steady.” I closed my eyes briefly, letting the warmth from the shard seep into my veins. The pulse synced with my heartbeat, a steady thrum that reminded me of the vault, of my mother’s echoes, of the choices I had made. My confidence returned in small increments.

LILA’S POV The Blizzard’s arena faded behind me, but Zane Callahan’s green eyes burned like acid. My boots pounded the icy Chicago pavement, every step feeding my anger. He’d humiliated me, storming out like I was some rookie gossip—monger. Overreacting? That was putting it lightly. He’d exploded, and I’d been the fuse. But those questions weren’t mine. Meredith’s sabotage had set me up to fail, and the realization twisted my gut as I shoved through the revolving doors of Windy City Sports.