Transformers Shattered Glass Au Novels & Stories

Just as we approached the small window, the arguing ceased and cars started swerving out of the driveway in the direction our friends left in. I mentally hoped that Nathan has already found them all, especially Junto and Hyene, medical attention and are off the roads. Claire reached the window and looked around before punching the glass. Shards exploded from under her hand and shattered glass littered the floor. A small hole sat in the middle of webbing glass and Claire pushed the entanglement in around the edges. I looked around us, checking if anyone heard the loud noise, but see nobody. Claire jumped up and gracefully coasted into the small hole, gliding all the way to the floor on the ot

“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.”

But to Adrian, it probably meant something. My fingers tightened. I thought about Leo. About the scar under my shirt. About Marcus saying I was getting too close, losing focus. About Aurora Winters dying alone on a bedroom floor. My hand opened. The glass fell. It hit the hardwood with a crack that split the silence. Crystal exploded. Shards scattered across the floor, glittering like diamonds. I stood there. Staring at the destruction. A laugh bubbled up. Small at first. Then bigger. I had broken his glass. His special, precious glass.

This get away is more of a toxins related one. I need to get my mind off this bullshit. Now. S H A T T E R E D "ASSHOLE!" I grunted while laying another punch to the jocks now broken, bloody, damaged face. He was almost knocked out cold on the dirty alleyway ground as I kept his body pinned down which was almost two times bigger than mine. He pissed me off at the wrong time. I looked up for a split second during my chain of punches and that's when I saw it. The red and blue flashing lights.

And God, feeling has never been safe for me. I stepped toward her and she moved back, inching away until her back hit the cold glass of the window overlooking the city. She was cornered—and I knew it. I placed both hands on the glass beside her head, caging her in. Not out of control, but out of desperation.

My explanation is on the tip of my tongue, right at the brink of spilling out, when I feel something shift within me, and screaming ensues the next moment. "Get down! Now!" The glass panes to the auditorium come shattering down and glass rains down on all sides. The maids scream and I catch movement at the side of my eyes. Quick as lightning and full of a strangeness I can't grasp. I slow the minutes down into seconds and move into the space between them. The glass drops like rain suspended in mid-air and I see warriors and Lycans alike dropping down onto the floor. The creature is male, a werewolf with a blue crescent moon shining in his eyes.

And I had let her die. I started drinking. Brandy, whiskey, vodka—anything to numb the inferno in my soul. But the alcohol did nothing. I took a shard of broken glass and dragged it across my forearm. The sting of it was a relief, a different kind of pain to focus on. "Boss! What are you doing?" Carlo burst in, snatching the glass away. "Let me die!" I struggled against him. "Let me go to her!" "What about the family? Your men?"

And my best friend that he is with now is going to pay. So here I was, standing by the refreshment table, holding up a fine glass of champagne and wondering why I never thought this was a good idea. While I dropped the glass on the neatly decorated table, my eyes met with a business man who looked like he was in his fifties. His eyes were beautiful to stare out and he still had that muscular frame. His beards and hair were also neatly cut, making me look at him twice. There was something about him that made me not be able to set my eyes off him.

It can decimate the entire warehouse in an instant! Violet kept screaming. "Are you insane? That means you won't be able to survive as well!" Daniel exclaimed, "I never planned to survive from the start! Kevin's the reason why my life is ruined! I want him to die with me no matter what!" At that moment, Kevin rushed up to Daniel and began beating him up by punching him repeatedly. He might be a forensic doctor, but he hung out with police officers all year round and picked up some moves from them.

Something other. The transformation is horrific and beautiful in equal measure. His body shifts, muscles rippling and expanding beneath his skin. His fingers elongate, nails sharpening into claws. The shadows pour from the mark, wrapping around him like living armor, and his eyes when they open are pure red-silver fire with no trace of humanity. He's magnificent. Terrifying. A nightmare made flesh.