Transformers Prime Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

and then, it reversed. The unravelling Prime AIs didn't explode. They were violently pulled back together, not as powerful AIs, but as millions of tiny, harmless, non-sentient data-shards that rained down onto the floor, inert and useless. The Nexus stopped its countdown. The corrupted red lights turned a warm, flawless blue. Scarlett stood up from the console, her cosmic gold eyes fading to a dull, exhausted amber. Firing the ultimate rewrite command had drained her entirely.

"It's shatterproof glass. Top of the line guaranteed never to shatter." Mr. Kawasaki walked to the far end of the room then ran to the window and threw his shoulder into the glass, and they heard a loud pop as the top left corner of the glass pushed outward. Mr. Kawasaki looked up in horror and tried to push off the glass, but that just managed to push it further outward. He stumbled and slid all over the glass as it popped again and Chloe ran to him grabbing his hand just as the glass fell away.

Then, without warning, he lunged toward the window. Glass shattered with a violent crash, splinters flying like daggers as he leapt through the opening and vanished into the night. I stood alone amidst the wreckage, papers fluttering like fallen leaves, the scent of musk and rage thick in the air. ~ The echo of shattering glass still rang in my ears as I stood frozen in the wreckage of the war room. The splinters glittered like shattered dreams beneath my feet, and the bitter scent of anger and fur clung to the cold air.

“That’s impossible.” His eyes locked on hers, unreadable, but sharp enough to cut. “Then someone wants me to believe otherwise.” And with that, the glass between them shattered not in a burst, but in a slow, deadly crack that promised the next chapter would draw blood. .

“But not the one they should fear.” She looked at the glass façade of the library. Her reflection blinked—out of sync—then smiled a second too late. A soft cracking sound spread across the glass, spider-webbing outward until her mirrored twin stepped free, dripping shards that evaporated before they touched the ground. The duplicate tilted its head. “You can’t destroy me. You made me.” The Fractured War Begins Cade raised his weapon, but Lila stopped him. “No. If she’s here, others will follow.”

One more push, then a deep CRACK echoed as the glass buckled. Victoria looked up, panic creeping into her voice. “No! That’s impossible! My system! my design! it’s flawless!” Leah raised her EMP pistol. She aimed for the weakest point and fired. A bolt of energy hit the barrier. The glass screamed, then shattered inwards like a thousand knives falling to the floor. Victoria screamed, covering her face. Jason charged through the shards, grabbed her, and slammed her into the console. His voice was raw with rage. “It’s over, Victoria! You’re done!”

I asked. "We don't have weeks," Brianna said. "We might not have days. Hell, we could be talking hours at this point." She met my eyes, steady and direct in the way she'd become since accepting her grace. There was no softening in it, no attempt to cushion the blow. "Once the remaining fragments drift beyond a certain point, they start to break down. At best, you retrieve enough to keep him functional. But whole?" She shook her head again. "That window is closing."

Instantly, the overhead strips flickered back on, but the brilliant white light was gone. The room was suddenly bathed in a deep, blood-red emergency glow, casting long, jagged shadows against the glass. "Red looks good on you, wife," Jasper whispered, his dark sense of humor cutting through the tension. "Shut up, Jasper," I hissed, turning my back to him to face the shattered display terminals. "If the power is gone, the main security gates…" CRASH. The reinforced floor-to-ceiling glass window directly behind me shattered into a million glittering shards.

The kind of engines that don’t do idle; they lurk. The long-awaited verdict never came. The gavel in puffy manicured hand with age spots froze halfway down. Then the windows shattered, a burst of light and noise came in so fast it felt like God had gotten drunk and emptied his ashtray on us. Automatic fire tore through the stained glass window—saints, angels, and devils all shredded into a rain of colored shards. The saints fell hardest and shattered in smallest pieces. They always do.

"He's changed hasn't he. I hadn't noticed it until the other night when you left. He lost control but not in the way that you think. You did something unexpected beyond his gaze and it infuriated him." "What are you talking about? Just tell me already," I raised my voice slightly, feeling frustrated and agitated. I just wanted somebody to say the words that I had been in denial about since the moment his knee connected with my father's skull. "Prime has awakened," he said the three dreaded words. "How do you know that," I asked slowly, watching the swirls of the mark on my arm. It vaguely resembled the at symbol but had more swirls that formed more letters. There was an 'a' and what looked l