Transformers Shattered Glass Au Novels & Stories

“I’ll try. But right now… you’re toxic.” The call cut off. I sat frozen, the word toxic reverberating in my skull until it drowned out everything else. My pulse roared in my ears. My breaths came shallow. Everything I’d built, everything I’d bled for—gone, shattered like glass on pavement. With shaking hands, I tried to call Ethan. He'd know something. He'd know what to do, which string to pull, whom to call. But before I could shift the car into gear, a burst of headlights swerved across my windshield. Tires screamed. A black van cut and pinned me in.

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.

"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.

Liam shouted, “She’s breaking containment!” “Shut it down!” Kai yelled. Zane was already typing, his fingers flying over the panel. “It’s not responding!” The clone inside pressed her palm against the glass, her eyes locking on mine. “You built a world of liars, Lena. I’m just here to clean it.” The glass shattered. The force threw me backward. I hit the floor hard, air rushing from my lungs. Kai pulled me up instantly, shielding me as sparks rained down from the ceiling.

Aurora smashed the glasses to the ground. By then, all the other auctions had concluded, and Aurora was the only one left. Countless men stared intently at the screen, admiring her smooth legs and delicate chin, eager to see the face behind the mask. Everyone, including Heath, watched as she shattered the glass. Uncertain of her intentions, Aurora grabbed a shard of glass from the floor, squeezing it in her palm. The glass pierced her skin, and blood dripped from her fingertips, the pain sharpening her senses.