Transformers One Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

The ground didn't just shake; it rippled like water. The massive, floor-to-ceiling glass windows of the sanctuary the windows that had shown them the stars the night before, shattered inward. The shards rained down like a billion falling diamonds, caught in the red glow of the emergency lights. Alexander didn't hesitate. He threw himself over Elena, his large frame a shield of meat and bone against the storm of glass and fire. The world exploded into white light and gray dust; the erotic, golden peace of their morning vaporized in an instant. The war they thought they had ended was merely the opening act. The true masters of the Architect had arrived, and they didn't want a contract they wan

Samantha No! No! Please don’t hurt me are the words I hear floating through the air. I didn’t realize that those words had fallen from my lips. I stare into a pair of steel blue eyes that hold so much hate. I wonder why this is happening to me, but there’s no time to answer that question; there’s only time to ask how I will survive.

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.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

the dark god vibrated, his voice a piercing shriek that cracked the glass. Without thinking, I punched the mirror with all my strength, shattering it into thousands of fragments that scattered across the floor. The shards sliced into my hand, and thick blood began to drip slowly down. In a sliver of glass still clinging to the frame, his eyes appeared again, a dark promise gleaming within them. “I will take everything from you, warrior of the moon!” The shards of glass rose magically, flying toward me like sharpened blades. I instinctively crossed my arms to shield my face as the glass cut into my body, leaving streaks of blood everywhere.

Leo asked, his voice cutting through the doubt. ​Ren tapped a series of commands into his cracked tablet, his face pale in the screen’s glow. "The Summit Building is a 'World of Glass.' Every floor is transparent, monitored by AI-driven retinal scanners. There are no walls to hide behind, no shadows to slip through. It’s designed to be a temple of 'transparency,' but it’s actually a high-frequency kill-box. If we enter as shifters, the glass will vibrate at a frequency that will shatter our bones."

Then he nudged his fist closer to the glass and stopped without touching it. Node blinked, walked up to the glass. “Witness what?” Node wondered. “Huh?” Suddenly, he took noticed a green glowing semblance flowing from Peirce’s fist to every part of the glass. Node eyes widened then the glass suddenly pulverized into nothing including the chains leaving Azra, Aquila and Aguda wondering how was it possible, seeing the teenagers staring back at them back without being chained or with any of the bounty collector’s henchmen among them with a downslide of dried bones in their midst.

“Say just one word, and this glass will shatter. The silence will break. Can you handle the noise?” Vincent grasped Camela’s chin, forcing her gaze towards him even though her vision was blurred. His voice was low and intense. “Say it, Camela. Don’t let her trick you.” Camela parted her lips, leaving her mouth open slightly. Her breath shook as she whispered one word. “No.” The glass exploded and shattered into pieces that fell like glowing red shards, each one screaming as it fell down. The silence roared like a wounded beast. The footsteps behind them stumbled for a moment—then stopped entirely.

The only possible way in was through the “explosion-proof glass windshield where I can visibly see Detective Andrews smirking devilishly down at me. His sneer irritates me. I allow myself to be swayed backwards by the impact of the bullets from the human soldiers. It gave me the momentum I needed to spring my way through the windshield; kicking it full force by my giant paws, then shrink into my human form, and transform back as a giant wolf. I landed face-to-face with the stupefied traitor. The shattered glass made a crashing sound as I step on it. It somehow emulated the grating anger inside my chest. This is my glorious moment in time to smirk back on the shaken human being who was once m