Glass Cage Book Novels & Stories

It swung inward with a groan. Inside was dark, the air heavily scented with burned wax, leather, and the mustiness of great age and dampness. The stained glass windows faced her left and took the shape of a flower petal, somewhat like a rose. Each of the petals contained a colored-glass of the vital body parts of a wolf. The fang. The fur. The paw. What little light there was at this early hour filtered little light through that window and took on the colors of old wine, casting long shadows over the long rows of books. It was almost twice the size of the book shelf back at the other library in the castle. How insane was that? Savannah’s joy could be compared to one of a child at a candy sto

Sera POV The drive to the clifftop was a descent into a beautiful, jagged purgatory. The road twisted through the Maine pines until the trees gave way to a monolithic structure of gray concrete and floor-to-ceiling glass. "The Glass Cage" hung over the Atlantic like a dare, the waves below smashing against the rocks with a violence that matched the thrumming in my chest. I stepped out of my beat-up sedan, the salt spray stinging my cheeks. I felt like a lamb walking into a den designed by a god who hated mercy.

she askes me as she closes her book. “It really was. This glass” I say tapping it with my knuckles “Is shatter proof. When she first came here she was just starting to come into her abilities and lets just say I had to replace almost all the glass in the house after she had an episode and shattered it” a smile tugs on my lips when I think back to that day and how vulnerable she was.

Turns out that the Guiding lady was even funnier among us! After showing and explaining everything and how they’re used, we came up to the compartment that had rooms made up of glasses. Those glasses were special in the way that they dimmed and blurred automatically once you approached them in the distance of like five feet. It wasn’t visible what was inside them, but clearly the lab wasn’t as new as they claimed! It was fully functional with some kind of Secrets or political enigmas.

a jagged, broken transmission that felt like fire in my brain. "The Lead, Zora. Don't use it as a shield. The glass is 'Null-Glass'—it feeds on energy. If you hit it, you just give it more power to cook me. You have to ground it. Use the child. The heir is a vacuum. Open the gates."

She was so excited that she spoke in a jumbled manner at the moment. "Whist!" Carwyn gently put his hand on Grainne's mouth, signaling her not to say anything. The small piece of land in the backyard has never been turned into a glass room, both the ceiling and four walls are high-grade transparent industrial glass, going inside and still seeing clearly outside. Looking up at the night sky seems to be reachable, the effect of glass makes the sky space no longer feel narrow and limited, but spreads out vastly, wide but also so close. Surrounded by two people.

With a trembling breath, he carefully picked her up, holding her as if she were made of glass—fragile, precious. "She looks like me… she really looks like me." But his reckless move to ground the plane had been too high-profile. It instantly exposed his location to the enemies of the Sterling family. Just as he cradled Anna in his arms, a sharp crack shattered the air. A bullet pierced through the glass. "Watch out!" Without thinking, I shoved both Daniel and Anna aside, throwing myself to the ground. A stray bullet grazed my left eye. Pain exploded across my face as I let out a muffled groan, clutching my wound.

I can't hear anything aside from the deafening silence. I just continue walking into the unknown until I saw familiar high mahogany doors. The Solveig's Library, perhaps. I turn the knob and again, eternal darkness consumes me. I open my eyes and the high shelves that almost reach the ceiling surround me. But this part of the library is new to me. I look around and I saw a book enclosed with glass cover near me. I come closer to see it. I touch its glass cover and to my surprise, it vanishes in just a snap.

Nico replied as a massive explosion rocked the floor beneath us and the windows shattered into a thousand pieces of glass. I looked at the Black Ledger sitting on the nightstand and I felt a cold surge of adrenaline because the calm was finally over and the storm had arrived, and I knew that the Widow had made her final move and now it was our turn to show her exactly what happens when you try to cage a Moretti.

Margaux had never needed locks. She used fear. And patience. Eloise sat near the window, her hands folded in her lap, staring out at the pale gray ice stretching across the lake. She didn’t turn when she heard Margaux enter the room. “You should eat,” Margaux said calmly. Eloise didn’t respond. Margaux set the tray down anyway. The porcelain clicked softly against the glass table. “You won’t be useful to anyone if you collapse.” Useful. Not safe. Not loved.