Transformers Prime Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

rush into them—every memory of the Stacks, every goal scored in the Sovereign Valley, and the devastating grief of seeing Julian turn into a tower of light. Elara’s eyes snapped open inside the core. They weren't gold. They were Shattered-Amber. "You... came back..." she whispered, her voice a chorus of a thousand glitches. "We never left, Captain," Zane said, his form barely holding together. But as the cage began to dissolve, a cold, silver light descended from the ceiling. The Alpha-Prime 2.0 hadn't stayed on the bridge. She was standing on the "Data-Stream," her hand outstretched.

Crack… With a single touch, the entire glass table shattered into pieces. Despite not being made of tempered glass, the table shattered as if it were. It had completely disintegrated, with no visible chunks left behind. When Tyr turned his head around, he half-heartedly smiled at Marcus. His voice sounded very calm as he said, “If you kneel on the ground and beg me, I’ll save you!”

a jagged, broken transmission that felt like fire in my brain. "The Lead, Zora. Don't use it as a shield. The glass is 'Null-Glass'—it feeds on energy. If you hit it, you just give it more power to cook me. You have to ground it. Use the child. The heir is a vacuum. Open the gates."

"Amara... break it." Kael scrambled to his feet, his fur matted with white dust. He looked at me, then at the shard. "If you break that, Ronan dies," Kael’s thought brushed my mind, heavy with grief. "And if I don't," I told him, looking up at Silas, "the world turns to salt." Silas slammed his thumb onto the violet button. The glass lens beneath us shattered. We didn't fall into the furnace. The heat didn't rise.

“We do not rig games. This system doesn’t favor anyone.” He paused, then added more cautiously: “…But as for what just happened…” He exhaled. “There must be more to this.” No one had ever cracked Eternaglass before. It was forged to withstand the fury of gods. And yet… under his touch, it shattered like fragile glass in a storm. How could that happen. It settles in like a puzzle in his mind even though he tried to calm the audience. Mr. Antony clenched his jaw, his thoughts racing. Still, he kept his tone composed.

"Break the glass. We're leaving." Vane didn't waste time looking for a keypad. He grabbed a solid bronze bust from a side table, some ugly sculpture of some old dead guy, and hurled it straight through the floor-to-ceiling library window. The reinforced glass spider-webbed for a split second, then completely shattered, raining sharp shards all over the mahogany floor like deadly confetti. Alarms started screaming immediately. The sound was so loud it pierced through my skull, making my temples throb. Red lights flashed from somewhere above, painting everything in violent pulses of crimson.

it purrs. “Destiny.” And then— The glass bridge shatters.

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It was just a black screen, displaying a simple, scrolling diagnostic error: NO SIGNAL. He had won. He had disconnected the entire city-state from the grip of the M-ESSENCE. "Is it gone?" she whispered, trembling. Anji reached out to the shard—still warm, but flickering—and crushed the brittle containment case under his heel. He watched the pieces shatter and lose their glow. It was just scrap now. Cold, dead, inert junk.

“Hold her down. Tear her limbs apart one by one until she tells us where he is.” The two warriors lunged forward, their hands outstretched to grab me. I braced my feet against the stone, preparing to fight with the absolute last breath in my lungs— The entire world exploded into chaos. The massive, grand glass dome at the very center of the Academy library shattered completely. Thousands of heavy, jagged crystal shards rained downward like a violent waterfall, exploding across the stone floor in a deafening, cataclysmic roar. Through the raining glass, a massive, towering shadow descended onto the floor with a force that literally cracked the foundation stones beneath his boots.