Glass Cage Book Novels & Stories

A strange, grey mist swirled inside the glass like a trapped storm. The rest of the room was a nightmare of strange objects. There were shelves packed with glass jars of dried plants and liquids that glowed in the low light. White candles stood everywhere, their wax dripping like tears. I saw decks of cards, old mirrors, and an Ouija board leaning against a pile of dusty books.

“You don’t know what trap he’s setting. Don’t walk into it alone.” “I walked into Vincent’s world alone. I can survive Malachai.” “That’s what scares me,” he muttered. She walked past him, her heels clicking like a countdown. Midnight, House of Glass, Paris The House of Glass was a modern art installation located in the heart of the city, an angular, mirrored building with walls that reflected the night like shards of reality. The entire place shimmered under the moonlight. Grace entered through the side, her footsteps echoing on the pristine floors.

The half-eaten food beneath it was—chips, burgers, cola, pizza, roast chicken, roast lamb, even a plate of rice with stew. They howled like beasts. Words failed them, and only screams came out. Then they hurled themselves at the glass with the last strength their frost-hollowed bodies could muster. Cyrus lifted his cup, watching them through the steam. "Who said glass has to be weaker than metal?" he said calmly. He hadn't chosen ordinary glass. He had refused the cheap metal reinforcement the security firm offered and paid a fortune for a single, custom-made sheet of bulletproof glass instead.

GLASS CYAN EYES watched slender fingers turn the leaves of a book; once. Twice. Thrice. The cool blue orbs ceased their study of the phalanges and moved on to the slim soft arch that denoted the wrist, down the forearm, arm, the sheathed curve of the shoulder girdle, neck and then the facial muscles of their owner.

In one swift move, he brought the rod down on the glass, aiming for the crack Xenos had caused earlier. The crack deepened and several small cracks formed all over the glass box, spreading out like fine lines of cobweb. The glass pieces fell away, crumbling like powder and the dark book was free of its cage. But as soon as that happened, the winds that had been howling stopped abruptly. It was as if somebody suddenly turned off a switch and the winds stopped flowing. We all looked at each other curiously as Xenos slowly peered at the book. “Nobody moves” He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

Aria I stood up quickly; the chair rolled back slightly. My hands rushed to smooth my trousers. I wasn't wearing my glasses, and my vision of the figure by the door was nothing but a blur. "Um…” I stuttered weakly. "I just wanted to…” the words broke before they could form. The door clicked shut behind him. He stepped further into the room, his footsteps slow and deliberate. "I never thought you were the type to admire material things," he said, his voice calm, almost amused as he continued closing the distance between us like he had all the time in the world.

CLAIRE The glass sits on my nightstand like an accusation I can't quite name. I've been staring at it for the better part of an hour, turning it over in my hands, watching the light catch the condensation on the outside. It's just water. It's just a glass. But nothing about this penthouse is ever just anything. Everything carries weight here—every gesture, every silence, every small, unexpected kindness that leaves me more confused than his coldness ever did.

Drowning in a sea of fruity bubbles and warm vanilla, appreciating the comfort it was bringing me. As I let my body soak, I peered through the thick fog that encased my bathroom, gaze settling on a book that laid nearby. The cover was a dark film of gray smoke, streaks of midnight blue and black dancing through the haze of gray. A pair of golden colored eyes peered through the smoke, gleaming dangerously at those that gazed at the cover.

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.