Transformers: Shattered Glass Read Online Novels & Stories

The beautiful, massive glass dome shattered entirely above our heads, raining a million glowing, jagged shards down through the smoke-filled air like a terrifying shower of falling stars. I coughed violently, my ears ringing with a sharp, painful buzz as I scrambled up to my knees through the dirt and debris, my vision completely blurred by soot and ash. Through the thick, billowing black smoke pouring through the newly ruined stone wall, heavy footsteps began to crunch loudly across the broken glass.

It flickered, fractured, as though the cube itself had been wounded. Reese exhaled shakily. “You’re still here.” Mara sat up, clutching the cube to her chest. “For now.” The cube whispered, faint and broken. > The fractures… are spreading. Mara’s skin crawled. “What does that mean?” The cube’s light dimmed, almost mournful. > Reality is no longer stable. A tremor rolled through the floor. The walls flickered like faulty projections. For a heartbeat, Mara saw through them — saw the city outside splintering into a thousand shards, glass fractals cracking across the skyline.

“Then I’ll learn to live with it.” The shadow smiled, and suddenly heat shot up through the glass. Cracks spider-webbed around my feet. I ran, but the bridge groaned, shattering piece by piece. A surge of instinct took over. I flung my hands forward, calling the flame to my will. For a breathless instant, the broken glass froze mid-air, suspended in threads of light. My body glowed from within, a beacon against the burning sky.

I reached for the crystal tumbler that Damian always kept filled on his side. My fingers closed around the delicate rim. I lifted the glass, but before I could bring it to my lips, a sudden, inexplicable surge of power ran through my hand, my muscles tightening without my conscious command. A sharp, brittle CRACK ripped through the quiet room. The glass shattered in my grip. Not dropped. Shattered. The tumbler disintegrated into jagged shards and crystal dust.

"What? Do you think I'm making this up to scare you?" The warm light from above cast a slanted shadow on the edge of the table. He stared at me, and for once, didn't rush to deny anything. "You broke up with me…because of this?" I almost laughed. "Does it even matter now? Even if I were healthy, I never would have lasted long enough for you to finally turn around and look at me. I overheard your friends talking. Apparently, I wasn't even someone you'd be willing to settle for. I used to think we'd actually make it to the end."

“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.”

It felt like being watched. From the walls. From the glass. From something too old to fit inside a room. The first window shattered. Not all at once. A hairline crack raced across the tall pane overlooking the city, then another, then another, until the reinforced glass groaned and split in great jagged fractures. Wind knifed in, cold and sharp, dragging curtains outward. The noise brought footsteps. Voices. Doors opening. “Althea!” Hiraya’s voice, somewhere down the hall.

The sun was warm as its rays filtered through the windows. I tore up the DNA test report. Finally, all the love and hatred in the past could be sealed away in these torn-up fragments now scattered across the floor.

Shards of glass sprayed everywhere, raining down on my hair and my coat. Everything went silent.