Transformers Prime Shattered Glass Novels & Stories

he pushed her off his lap onto the floor. hey Gabe the boss is on a rampage" one of his guys called from the doorway. As the glass shattered into millions of shards above us. To my shock Clay Sheilded us from the fragmented glass shards . He didn't let me move til we heard the door finally click in place. The door opened again " hey there gone come on get out of here while their occupied." Sin's deep accented voice called out . Clayton finally let me get up from our hiding spot behind the desk . A discarded file upon the floor caught my eye

I don’t know what draws me to this room, but I feel a pull and I follow it. When I open the doors, I stop short. The entire room has been destroyed. There is shattered glass everywhere, the decorations that were once beautiful and elegant are scattered, torn and broken, all over the floor. The concrete walls have holes in them whre it looks like someone took a hammer or large rock and smashed the walls until they started to give. I continue to walk around the castle, hearing the sounds of my men checking in the rooms, doors opening and closing.

Pulling one of the frame pieces out of the mess, I heaved it with all my strength and shattered the glass. I could get in now, but the snake could also get out. It dropped to the ground and headed for the opening, then shied back, moving slowly and gingerly. The broken glass cut at its scales. It was so desperate for food, it came at me anyway and let the glass slice it to ribbons. That gave me an idea. I picked up a particularly large shard of glass and waited.

“I’m listening, but I’m not sure I like what I’m hearing so I might cut you short and send you out soon.” He looked up at me and his eyes glistened with unshed tears. All of which were fake to me. He thinks that he could shed crocodile tears to move me? “I made terrible mistakes. I didn't know what came over me. Leaving you, choosing Kiara… I ruined everything good in my life. And now, I’m paying for it. Kiara and I are done. The relationship was toxic. She’s…” He explained to me before trailing off. Kendrick shook his head in shame. “It’s not what I thought it would be. I messed up.”

The memory was a shard of glass in my heart. “What we had?” The words were quiet, but they cut deeper than a shout. “You mean the years you let me believe I was broken, while you knew the truth? The art you stole from me? The child you murdered? That’s not a marriage, Vincent. That’s a damnation.” "It was a misunderstanding! It was all Sophia’s plan!" Vincent sobbed, tears and blood mixing on his face. "I already made her pay! I made her life a living hell!"

Veda stepped back from her canvas, eyes shining with tears. The vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes seemed to pulse with life, reflecting her own transformation as a Phoenix. "Breaking Free" was more than just a painting. It was her declaration of independence, an evidence to the strength she'd discovered within herself. It was the witness of her power which she had uncovered within herself. Her phone buzzed, breaking the spell of the mesmerizing creation. Vidyut's name flashed on the screen, and a warm smile spread across her beautiful face.

“You will get used to this... and to me.” Before we sit, he holds my face in his hands, his thumbs stroking along my jaw. “Before we settle in and watch something, let’s talk about taking things slow. I’ll try, but I’m going to be honest with you. One thing you’ll learn about me is that I’m transparent. I’m honest. I don’t play games. I’ve told you this before. And I’ll try not to scare you away... but when a man knows what he wants, he’s relentless.” His gaze deepens, silver locking onto mine. “I want you. And you’re not going anywhere.”

Something inside me tears open. Glass rains around me as my claws burst through my elbows and shoulders, a new transformation. The pain should have dropped me dead, but instead, it burned through me like rocket fuel. “Help!” I yell, harsh and deep in pain. The window shatters outward, sending sparkling glass flying out. Lysander smiles in amusement. “There's my girl. It's time to take you home.”

All crying out simultaneously. "NO! THIS IS NOT—I WILL NOT—" Prime's voice fragments into thousands. The form collapses. Essences scatter. Each one a dead dragon, finally free. When the light fades, nothing remains of Prime except a small crystallized core. The original essence. Ancient. Tiny. Powerless. Jamie picks it up carefully. "Is this what you really are? Without all the stolen power? Just... this?" The crystal pulses weakly. No voice. No threat. Just residual consciousness.

POV DARLENE The fall of Valerius Prime hadn't just shattered a vault; it had triggered a Total Seismic Realignment of the Shifter Consciousness. As we climbed out of the magnetite ruins of the basement and stood upon the glass-shattered surface of the former Grid-City, the air felt different. It didn't just vibrate with the static of a dying empire; it carried a Scent of Long-Distance Thunder.