Glamrock Withered Bonnie Novels & Stories

“Yes, yes. Oh and Mr. Whatever-your-name-is, thanks for the advice. Because if my bitch had come out, I wouldn’t have been able to do this…” With those words, Gloria, in a classic fluid move, flipped into the air, her legs arcing over the heads of the woman and the man who she’d thanked for his advice. Without touching the swirling hot cloud, she landed in a crouch behind all three warlocks. The sickening crunch of bones breaking couldn’t be masked. Gloria remained in her crouching position, with a finger touching the ground and her head bowed. For a second or two, nothing seemed amiss. Then both Camilla and Frank’s eyes moved to the headless bodies of the female and male warlocks. Both bodi

The necklace burned in her palm. But she clasped it around her neck anyway. The chain closed like it belonged. The charm pulsed. And then… her eyes shifted. Not the glowing-amber of rage. Not the flickering gold of instinct. They turned pure. Gold. Like sunlight made flesh. No pupil. No iris. Just light. She gasped. Her body arched forward. From the graves around her, the dirt cracked. Hands burst free. Bone and ghost and vapor. Wolves without form. The Hollowborn.