Transformers Prime Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

* The sound wasn't the breaking of glass; it was the **shattering of pixels**. Where her finger made contact, the "High-Definition" reality of the Editor began to fracture. The gold didn't dent; it turned into a mosaic of jagged, colorful squares—the "Raw Data" beneath the "Skin." The white light inside the frame bled out, turning into a muddy grey static. The giant let out a sound like a hard drive crashing. Its massive arm began to "Clip" through its own body, the physics of its construction failing as Elara’s touch introduced a "Fatal Error" into its existence.

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.

The glow between his scales fades. I collapse to my knees, broken, my body steaming, every breath scraping like glass. But we did it. The dome shatters above us, collapsing like falling glass. Through the haze, dark figures swoop down from the sky—black-clad, blades flashing as they tear into the High Ranks with inhuman precision. Shapeshifters. One of them lands near me. His mouth moves, his voice urgent, but the words blur. I answer somehow, though it isn’t me speaking.

The same way morning sunlight streamed in through the trees, all broken and golden and almost pretty enough to hide the sharp edges underneath. Almost. “Where is he?” I asked. Marcus said, “At the packhouse. He moved back in once things got bad enough for the medics to need him close.” A pause. “He stopped shifting six weeks ago. His wolf can’t keep up with it anymore.” Those words landed heavy. I knew what it meant up close—bond deterioration so advanced that the wolf side starts slipping away. First shifting hurts. Then it’s nearly impossible. Then it’s gone entirely. There’s nothing fair about it.

> "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">

Trevor says as he walks off, acting as though nothing happened. Steve walks around the corner of the foyer just as Trevor leaves. His screen has a noticable crack running along the side of it, causing the happy expression to be disconnected and slightly glitched. Shantal slowly puts her things down and walks over to Steve, standing on her tippy toes, only to see the bottom of his screen. "How on Beta-6 did you crack this? Isn't this glass supposed to be the best? I mean, with your father being the creator of the MAC-enites and all." She says, still studying his screen. Mr. Jameson sighs. "He managed to crack it so much, and the Proton Glass was way too expensive, even for me. So I just start

The reinforced glass erupted into a massive web of fractures. Countless razor-sharp shards blasted outward. The skin across Alexander's knuckles split open instantly. Flesh peeled back. Dark-gold blood streamed down the shattered surface. He didn't even flinch. Not once. The overwhelming physical force severed the AI's neural infiltration network on the spot. Silence swallowed the ruins. The red lights inside the control systems died completely. Alexander tore off his heavy tactical coat. The ruined shirt still hung from his muscular torso. Then he turned. Crossed the distance in long strides.

Like it still hoped for something whole with him. But then reality clawed its way back in. That sentence didn’t change anything. Not the betrayal. Not the pain. Not the image of my ex-best friend’s eyes avoiding mine after she did what she did. Not the emptiness I felt every night when I realised trust, once shattered, never fits back quite the same. Again. I heard the front door open and close. I freezed. Today was Thursday and nobody except me, Analeigh and Ana was here except... Evan walked into the living room. His suit was all... wrong and his hair and...

INVISIBLE NO MORE It's Monday. It's Monday and for the first time in my life, I am dreading school. Everyone must have heard by now. I have no doubt. First, the nobody, AKA me,is chosen over the elites, by an elite like themselves. And now, they are returning to school. The Elite 4 that chose me, are returning to school. London Morse, Luke and Brendan O'Connor, and Ken Longstruum are returning to school. Crash Course Rebellion is returning to school.

The question lingered in my mind: where did he even find the resources to throw such extravagant gatherings? Heading to the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of water, mustering the courage to confront Edward. Returning to the room, I hurled the water at him, breaking the glass as it shattered on the floor. "What the hell!" he exclaimed, his gaze locking onto me. "Are you sober now?" I demanded, discarding the glass with a resonating crash. The women looked at me in shock, their expressions betraying a mix of fear and disbelief. Perhaps I was on the brink of insanity dealing with this fool.