Transformers One Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

“And not just by me. There’s someone inside this clinic who doesn’t want you to remember. They erased Jonas’s footage. They altered his file. They’ve tampered with yours too.” Mila swallowed hard. “So what now?” He met her gaze. “Now, we find out who.” Mila looked at the intake form again, and then at the red smear still faintly staining her palm. Then, softly, “They told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood.” Adrien stood. “Maybe it’s time to stop looking through the glass…” He reached for the file again. “…and start breaking it.”

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

“You’ve always been one of us.” Mara pressed her hands over her ears. “I’m not—” “You already are. The only question is how long you’ll keep pretending.” The glass began to crack. One by one, the mirrors shattered, reflections spilling through into her world. They reached for her, clawing, pulling. Mara screamed— —and Reese’s hand shook her awake. She jolted upright, gasping, drenched in sweat. “Nightmare,” Reese said quietly. Not a question.

He has only a few months left in school. To calm his troubled mind, he walked around the pack house and planned to leave the pack first thing the next morning. Lukas Briston shapeshifted into his wolf form and was running furiously to tire his enemy apart. The enemy was running more furiously than him and leaped into the air. Like a collision, the wolf bounced on his and devoured him. He was struggling, but the enemy was stronger than him. They fought with each other for hours, their claws and fangs boring into each other's flesh.

Red and furious and small. “This is what you want?” I said to the Game, to the shadow, to the heart mirror. “Fine.” Before anyone could stop me, I hurled the shard at the central glass. It hit dead center. For a heartbeat, nothing. Then the sound came. A scream of feedback, high and grinding, slicing straight through my skull. The massive mirror rippled, the perfect surface buckling like a disturbed pond, our reflections warping into funhouse monstrosities. The floor lurched under my feet.

“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.

“We have to synchronize. Together, or we’re gone.” Alina nodded, hands trembling. “We can do it. Trust me.” They linked hands, focusing on the fragments. Energy surged around them, illuminating the void with blinding light. The shards of glass around them began to vibrate, floating toward the core like swarming metal and data streams. “Fools!” The entity shrieked. “Do you really think your fragile emotions can override centuries of intelligence?” Alina closed her eyes. She let every memory, every moment with Nathan, every feeling of hope, fear, and love pour into the fragments. The pulse of their unity radiated outward, pushing against the core’s energy.

His eyes — those dark, churning eyes — were barren. And something more. Hope. "I don't know if I can ever trust you again," she whispered, trembling voice. "Then let me show you," Killian said without hesitation. "Every day. For as long as it takes." Rain pounded at the windows harder as Isla stared at him — really stared at him. He wasn't the same man who had shattered her. He was exposed. Exposed, even. And for the first time in much too long, she did not see Killian Blackwood, the mogul.

The glass in my hand slips and falls,the shattering sound echoing in my mind like a horror movie. Videos of me and Logan and with Marcus slide,one after the other, every new one uglier than the last.

“Lucas. Get me a burner. I’m going to bait him.” “Elena—” “I won’t live in fear. And I won’t let Noah grow up with a ghost watching from the shadows.” “What are you planning?” I stared at the cracked window, where the wind rattled the panes like something outside was breathing. “War.”