Transformers One Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

Ruby's gaze was glued to the screen, her body shaking as if she had seen a ghost. "You don't have to sign," I said, my voice a chilling whisper. "But if you don't, this unedited, crystal-clear video will be tomorrow's sensation, plastered over every news site. I'll even send a copy to your parents, all your relatives, friends, and colleagues. "Think you'll see a dime of that settlement then? Think you'll have the dignity to walk this earth?"

> "That's not your choice to make. I won't let you die because you're too stubborn to recognize danger." _*]:min-w-0"> The windows behind me exploded outward. Not from physical force but from reality rejecting the space they occupied. Glass transformed to light, light to nothing, nothing to impossible colors that shouldn't exist. _*]:min-w-0"> Ferdinand jumped back from the shards that dissolved before hitting him. "Okay. That's new." _*]:min-w-0">

~ Liana ~ The café buzzed with its usual energy. The rich scent of freshly brewed coffee and warm pastries filled the air, but honestly, I barely noticed it anymore. It had been three weeks since my world had fallen apart. The scandal that once dominated the news had faded, slipping from the headlines. Yet, the whispers and sideways glances remained. People still recognized me. Customers would exchange quiet comments, thinking I was too preoccupied to hear. I put on a calm smile and focused on my work—pouring coffee, balancing trays, wiping down tables. Each movement was intentional, careful, and controlled.

Tell him I’d burn every god in every sky before I let him fall. But the words won’t come. Not yet. Because something else moves first. The glass field ripples. Just a shiver at first. Then another. Then another—waves rolling through shards that should be solid. Kael’s breath hitches. “They’re coming.” My head snaps up. The horizon is empty. Endless. Burning with two suns that haven’t shifted since the sanctum fell. But then— The light bends. Warps. Splits into a dozen mirrored shapes walking across the glass like they’ve always been here, waiting.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Vanessa stood frozen in the doorway of the suite. Her hair was wet from the rain outside. Her mascara had started to run. The phone in her hand, the phone with the photo of her and Marcus counting cash, was trembling like she was holding a live wire. "It is you," she whispered again. "You are supposed to be dead." Seraphina stood very still. Damien was between them. On his feet now, his whole body tense like he was about to intercept something coming fast.

Shatter! The glass pane of the abandoned hangars side office exploded inward as Marcus hurled his shoulder against the frame. The sound of shattering glass filled the air and sharp shards skipped across the oil-stained floor. He didn't wait for the dust to clear. He reached through the gap grabbed the manual iron deadbolt and twisted it with a loud snap. The sound echoed through the hangar.

“Like something alive is stirring here. I can sense it all around me. My power—it feels trapped in these artifacts. There’s a buzzing sound, growing louder the closer I get.” “Don’t stop,” I whisper, placing my hands on her shoulders. “This is the only way we end this.” Jack’s voice cuts through the silence. “Then we better hurry and get out before—” “Before what?” The voice that interrupts him doesn’t belong to any of us. It echoes through the room, from everywhere at once. My instincts flare. I glance up just in time to see the glass dome shatter above us. “Watch out!” I shout. Lydia screams, and I throw my shadows outward, spreading them like wings to shield her. At the same time, Clara f

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.

she askes me as she closes her book. “It really was. This glass” I say tapping it with my knuckles “Is shatter proof. When she first came here she was just starting to come into her abilities and lets just say I had to replace almost all the glass in the house after she had an episode and shattered it” a smile tugs on my lips when I think back to that day and how vulnerable she was.