The Shattering Book Novels & Stories

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!"

A computer sat in the corner of the desk and there was a bookshelf along the adjacent wall. It would have given off a professional vibe if not for how trashed it was. Papers were scattered and torn all over the surface and floor, making the floor look white and black, hiding the dark carpet underneath. The computer monitor was shattered and laying uselessly on its side with the mouse and keyboard completely yanked off and thrown over to the other side of the room. The books on the shelves joined the papers on the ground. The different colored covers set off a contrast to the overwhelming black and white, but left the shelves looking dull and empty with the bare wood exposed.

"You lying, hypocritical coward!" The bookshelf, barely filled with a few treasured books and framed sketches she had drawn herself, toppled with a single shove. The sound of splintering wood echoed in the silence that followed. Picture frames crashed, shattering glass scattering across the floor like glittering shards of her delusions.

If I remembered them truly,if I held every scar, every fear, every laugh,they could walk again beside me. The power settled into my marrow like a second heartbeat. And then, the book crumbled. It just… dissolved. One moment it was there, the next, only a pile of fine gray ash on my desk. I tried to stand. My legs gave out. The world tilted. Darkness rushed in at the edges of my vision. I collapsed to the floor, my head striking wood with a dull thud. The last thing I felt was warmth spreading through my chest in completion. Then, nothing.

No one noticed it, but Malison. Coming to his senses, he slammed his hand down on the shelves. The books flew down, toppling over in a mass. The wind rose, and the dust gathered around, causing both guys to cough so hard, their chests and noses were blocked by the dust. After a couple of minutes, and on the verge of blowing away, they grabbed the shelving handles and slowly and carefully, turning their back to the explosion, the books reassembled in their own columns. The guys' eyes widened in shock, holding back their reactions. Everywhere became so quite like a graveyard. The screen was surreal, and when they stood up, they couldn't believe it. "What! I don't get it! How is it possible tha

“Stay away from me!” The explosion ripped through the chamber, a blinding storm of heat and light, the windows shattered outward, shards scattering like rain. Flames clawed at the ceiling, the shockwave knocking books and relics from their shelves, the world roared in my ears, fire swallowing everything, until it all collapsed into silence.

The weight of his emotions bore down on him like a relentless storm, threatening to shatter his sanity. With a primal roar, he swept his arm across the table, sending glasses flying through the air. They crashed against the walls, shattering into a thousand glittering fragments that scattered across the floor. The sound echoed throughout the room, a symphony of destruction that mirrored the turmoil within Stanley's soul. His movements became frenzied, fueled by a volatile mix of anger, frustration, and a deep-rooted sense of betrayal. He lunged at the bookshelf, his hands ripping through the rows of meticulously arranged volumes. Books tumbled to the ground, their pages fluttering like wound

No one noticed it, but Malison. Coming to his senses, he slammed his hand down on the shelves. The books flew down, toppling over in a mass. The wind rose, and the dust gathered around, causing both guys to cough so hard, their chests and noses were blocked by the dust. After a couple of minutes, and on the verge of blowing away, they grabbed the shelving handles and slowly and carefully, turning their back to the explosion, the books reassembled in their own columns. The guys' eyes widened in shock, holding back their reactions. Everywhere became so quite like a graveyard. The screen was surreal, and when they stood up, they couldn't believe it. "What! I don't get it! How is it possible tha

Even the teachers seemed uneasy. She turned onto her side, glancing at her nightstand. The silver sand was gone. But just as she started to relax, a faint whisper echoed through her room. “Anna…” She shot up, heart pounding. “Who’s there?” Silence. Her eyes darted to the mirror across the room. A shadow moved. And then— The glass cracked. --- The Shattered Reflection Anna’s breath hitched in her throat as the mirror’s surface cracked, splitting into jagged lines that seemed to pulse with a strange, ominous energy. She couldn’t move, her body frozen in place as if the room itself was holding her captive.

It simply smiled, a cruel, unreadable expression. Then, as my power hit it… it shattered. Or at least, that’s what I thought. The figure dissolved into a thousand shards of darkness, each shard slamming into the ground, and I realized with horror: these weren’t fragments. They were seeds. Seeds of shadow, spreading, creeping across the forest floor, twisting, alive… and moving. Toward my pack. Toward the sanctuary. “No!” I screamed, rushing forward, trying to stop them. Marcus, Ethan, Callum, and Davian joined me, their energy blazing, but the shards were fast, multiplying, spreading like wildfire.