Transformers Shattered Glass Au Novels & Stories

First I lost my mom and then my brother and now my freedom. There was another turbulence and this time I hit my head so hard and passed out. A splash of water jolts me up, I look around and notice there are over a hundred girls inside the container with me. Another splash of water and I turn around, facing the source, it’s a man, with a scar on his face. The container doors have been opened, so light is making its way in. I look beside me and notice a girl still sleeping, I try to wake her and notice her body is as cold as ice, I shake her again and notice she might have bled out, there is a cut in her head and her hair was soaked in her blood.

The only possible way in was through the “explosion-proof glass windshield where I can visibly see Detective Andrews smirking devilishly down at me. His sneer irritates me. I allow myself to be swayed backwards by the impact of the bullets from the human soldiers. It gave me the momentum I needed to spring my way through the windshield; kicking it full force by my giant paws, then shrink into my human form, and transform back as a giant wolf. I landed face-to-face with the stupefied traitor. The shattered glass made a crashing sound as I step on it. It somehow emulated the grating anger inside my chest. This is my glorious moment in time to smirk back on the shaken human being who was once m

His eyes — those dark, churning eyes — were barren. And something more. Hope. "I don't know if I can ever trust you again," she whispered, trembling voice. "Then let me show you," Killian said without hesitation. "Every day. For as long as it takes." Rain pounded at the windows harder as Isla stared at him — really stared at him. He wasn't the same man who had shattered her. He was exposed. Exposed, even. And for the first time in much too long, she did not see Killian Blackwood, the mogul.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

Ruby, upon hearing my voice, looked up from the policewoman's arms, her eyes swimming in tears. Her look was a tangled mess of emotions: fear, shame, but above all, a desperate hope, like she was clinging to a lifeline, and a barely perceptible flicker... A silent question, checking if I was sticking to the plan. Choking back sobs, she reached for me. "Honey... honey..." I moved quickly, brushing past Seth's scorching stare, and wrapped Ruby in my arms, shielding her from the prying lenses with my back, a fortress of protection.

Then a shadow fell over me. “You should drink some water,” a low voice murmured from my left. I lifted my eyes and met Darius. He stood close, too close, holding out a glass of water. His expression was impassive on the surface, but something else lay beneath it something protective, simmering, edged with quiet fury. I took the glass with careful fingers. “Thank you.” He nodded once but didn’t walk away immediately. His voice dropped so low only I could hear. “You don’t deserve any of this.”

"Can it not wait? Whatever it is, it will still be there tomorrow. Now, we celebrate." He held the glass out to me. I slapped it aside. The glass flew from his hand and shattered against the wall. Whiskey dripped down the wood paneling, and shards of glass scattered across the floor. The music stopped. The women stopped dancing. The men stopped laughing. The room went silent, and everyone turned to look at us. Carson stared at the broken glass, then at me. His expression shifted from surprise to something harder. "What has gotten into you? What brought you into such a bad mood?"

Then he nudged his fist closer to the glass and stopped without touching it. Node blinked, walked up to the glass. “Witness what?” Node wondered. “Huh?” Suddenly, he took noticed a green glowing semblance flowing from Peirce’s fist to every part of the glass. Node eyes widened then the glass suddenly pulverized into nothing including the chains leaving Azra, Aquila and Aguda wondering how was it possible, seeing the teenagers staring back at them back without being chained or with any of the bounty collector’s henchmen among them with a downslide of dried bones in their midst.

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.

the dark god vibrated, his voice a piercing shriek that cracked the glass. Without thinking, I punched the mirror with all my strength, shattering it into thousands of fragments that scattered across the floor. The shards sliced into my hand, and thick blood began to drip slowly down. In a sliver of glass still clinging to the frame, his eyes appeared again, a dark promise gleaming within them. “I will take everything from you, warrior of the moon!” The shards of glass rose magically, flying toward me like sharpened blades. I instinctively crossed my arms to shield my face as the glass cut into my body, leaving streaks of blood everywhere.