Transformers Prime Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

“That’s right. Keep fighting. You know I don’t mind hurting you. You’re nothing but some dirty whore who can’t even fuck right.” I can’t scream because of his hands. I can’t fight because of his weight. I can’t do anything to stop him. Maybe, just maybe, this time he’ll kill me, and it will be over. No, I can’t let him win. I bite down on his hands hard, and he pulls back. “HELP, HELP. SOMEBODY HELP ME. HELP ME! “SAM, WAKE UP.” Somebody’s shaking me, but I can’t escape.

Beside him, Elara’s hand was draped possessively over his arm, her face pale as she realized I wasn't the broken girl she had conspired to exile. Alpha Lir’s glass shattered in his grip, the sound echoing like a gunshot through the silent hall. He didn't even flinch at the shards cutting his palm. He just stared at me as if he’d seen a goddess and for the first time in my life, I didn't look away.

Delila’s face was pale. Her whole body trembled. She clung to her parents, tears streaming down her face as she had done before, while begging them over and over to believe her. Kelvin frowned and shook his head in disappointment. “Even now, you’re still trying to wriggle out of it.” With that, he projected a USB drive onto the makeshift screen. “The dashcam footage has been recovered. The truth will be revealed shortly.” The final moments before my death was replayed, scene by scene. Delila’s shrill cry of “I want you dead!” echoed in everyone’s ears.

Shattered glass. The world turned white. -

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.

Just as we approached the small window, the arguing ceased and cars started swerving out of the driveway in the direction our friends left in. I mentally hoped that Nathan has already found them all, especially Junto and Hyene, medical attention and are off the roads. Claire reached the window and looked around before punching the glass. Shards exploded from under her hand and shattered glass littered the floor. A small hole sat in the middle of webbing glass and Claire pushed the entanglement in around the edges. I looked around us, checking if anyone heard the loud noise, but see nobody. Claire jumped up and gracefully coasted into the small hole, gliding all the way to the floor on the ot

I mutter. The mirror pulses a violent red. The heating elements are failing, the glass spider-webbing under the thermal stress. C-O-M-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-D. One final sentence scrolls across the bottom before the glass shatters into a thousand glittery shards. O-N-E G-U-A-R-D I-S N-O-T H-I-S. I drop to a crouch as the glass rains down. I don't feel the shallow cuts on my shoulders. I'm staring at the empty frame.

—began to reclaim its own autonomy. ​With a deafening roar that sounded like a tectonic plate snapping in half, the sapphire rift shattered. Thousands of ancient wolves and humans spilled out onto the floor in a cascade of meltwater and silver light. They gasped—a sound of five thousand pairs of lungs taking their first breath in a millennium, a collective "whoop" of oxygen that filled the cavern like a hurricane. The Glass Guardian, deprived of its stolen kinetic energy, simply dissolved into a pile of harmless, slushy ice.

I could hear their metallic, synthesized chuckles over the din of the battle. "Target the mother," Sarah’s voice commanded. "Take her legs. I want her to watch the city fall from the dirt." Twelve Exo-Shifters leveled their pneumatic rifles at me. I didn't flinch. I smashed the vial of Primordial Serum against the ground. The effect wasn't an explosion. It was a silent, silver pulse that traveled through the glass floor like a heartbeat. The moment the serum touched the spirit-veins of the mountain, the "Silver Glass" beneath our feet didn't just vibrate—it awoke.