Novel & Cerita To Shatter The Night

The eyes were burning red and the wolf have a blasting roar and he wanted to stand up again but couldn't. As he tried roaring, he roared from his sleep and woke up with a start. Lukas Briston was breathing heavily. His chest was moving up and down and he was covered in sweat. "Who was that" he asked. But no one was there to give him an answer. His sleep disappeared and he raised himself to sit. An enemy has confronted and defeated him? Who was stronger than him that was capable of Killing him? Besides the Lycan Alpha, no other Alpha was capable of defeating him in his present strength. And as for the Lycan Alpha, they were distant friends.

I grabbed my purse and got up to leave. Jason suddenly rushed forward, blocking my way. Then, he dropped to his knees with a thud. "Kate, I know I broke your heart. I'm not asking you to forgive me, and I don't expect you to. I must've been out of my mind to get used by her so thoroughly! I just need you to let me finish…"

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.

Like the ground just split beneath her feet. Her voice, shattered, breathless, betrayed: “How could you?”

Because once you see what shattering feels like, you also see the shape of what comes next. And I am ready. I will rebuild. I will rise. And I will do it on my own terms. The Moon watches. Cold. Silent. Waiting for the next move. And I am not afraid. Not anymore.

“Tomorrow, the shatterpoint—where we redefine your purpose.” They release the cuffs, leaving me trembling on the altar, dripping with cum and my own juices, the hologram still projecting my broken form. The cameras keep rolling, the network alive with my degradation, and as I touch my collar, fingers slick, I’m already craving the final night’s transformation.

Crack. Shatter. Silence. Or maybe just to my ears.

Then— The curse shattered.

What followed belonged only to the dark: the press of bodies, the desperate union of fire and shadow, the fall into forbidden ruin. And when the last veil of restraint tore away, the night itself seemed to shatter with them. Fade to black.

"Do you need something?" His eyes filled with obvious sorrow, his voice trembling slightly. "Could we... maybe talk for a bit? I know I made a lot of mistakes in the past. But I'd like to talk with you, even if it's just this one last time." Seeing his defeated appearance, I felt no stir of emotion inside. The memories that had once kept me awake at night, that had once broken my heart, now felt distant and unfamiliar. After a brief hesitation, I gave a small nod and led him toward a secluded corner.