Transformers: Shattered Glass Read Online Novels & Stories

* The sound wasn't the breaking of glass; it was the **shattering of pixels**. Where her finger made contact, the "High-Definition" reality of the Editor began to fracture. The gold didn't dent; it turned into a mosaic of jagged, colorful squares—the "Raw Data" beneath the "Skin." The white light inside the frame bled out, turning into a muddy grey static. The giant let out a sound like a hard drive crashing. Its massive arm began to "Clip" through its own body, the physics of its construction failing as Elara’s touch introduced a "Fatal Error" into its existence.

Leo asked, his voice cutting through the doubt. ​Ren tapped a series of commands into his cracked tablet, his face pale in the screen’s glow. "The Summit Building is a 'World of Glass.' Every floor is transparent, monitored by AI-driven retinal scanners. There are no walls to hide behind, no shadows to slip through. It’s designed to be a temple of 'transparency,' but it’s actually a high-frequency kill-box. If we enter as shifters, the glass will vibrate at a frequency that will shatter our bones."

"We just moved to a page in the book." The Shattered Glass Suddenly the front window of the car started to change. It did not just crack it started to turn into paper. The glass was not shiny anymore it was a white sheet. The buildings and palm trees in Lagos started to peel away like wallpaper. "Benson get out! Now!" Maya kicked her door open. Got out. She did not wait to see if Benson was following her. She got out onto the road. The ground felt soft and squishy. It felt like walking on a carpet. The loud noise of the cars was fading away into a humming sound.

I mutter. The mirror pulses a violent red. The heating elements are failing, the glass spider-webbing under the thermal stress. C-O-M-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-D. One final sentence scrolls across the bottom before the glass shatters into a thousand glittery shards. O-N-E G-U-A-R-D I-S N-O-T H-I-S. I drop to a crouch as the glass rains down. I don't feel the shallow cuts on my shoulders. I'm staring at the empty frame.

“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.

Book 3 in the Divine Order Series. Follow Harper and Elias as they enter the Neverplain to search for the pieces of Marcus's Soul, and have the most life changing battle of their lives.

The glass didn't just break; it detonated. The explosion of noise was deafening. Shards of enchanted silica sprayed across the room, cutting through the shadows like shrapnel. Kael felt the world tilt. He tumbled forward, his body slamming onto the cold stone floor, but he couldn't feel the impact. His legs remained behind him, stiff and heavy, as if he were dragging dead weight. He looked down. His own hands were changing. The skin was gone, replaced by a jagged, shimmering crust of black, glass-like plates. He looked like a creature forged from the debris of a ruined star.

The room fell silent once more, the only sound the distant crash of the waves outside the window. As Elara lay back against the pillows, she let out a long, slow breath, her mind struggling to process everything that had happened. She was alive—somehow, miraculously, she had survived. But she was no longer the same person she had been before. The old Elara had died on that operating table, her heart shattered by betrayal and loss.

Every building’s windows shattered in unison, shards raining like knives. We scattered—Madison pulling Vera into the cover of a fractured overhang, Ian darting between collapsing shadows, Stepbrother bending probability just enough to shift the shards’ trajectories. I rolled beneath a broken column, puppet-strings lashing outward to snag shards midair and knot them together into harmless clusters. When the storm ended, silence fell again—except for the hum beneath our feet, louder now, faster. The city wasn’t punishing us. It was… enjoying it. --- We regrouped in what used to be a familiar intersection—four streets meeting at a cracked traffic light. But instead of asphalt, the ground was gl

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.