Glass Hearts Novels & Stories

"An opportunity to show pure love and loyalty for a deserving like you. Stopne as bright as glass, promises never to be stained, an opportunity granted is not wasted. You are the moon and stars in the sky when the majestic darkness comes" A big smile painted on my lips as I looked at the glass-like stone that Idris had picked up by the riverside this afternoon while we were taking a walk. It is a different stone compared to others that have color but this is nothing and clean and bright.

The magic came alive at once—ribbons of energy sliding into my palm like silk soaked in blood. The air around me thickened. And then I heard it. A voice. Familiar. Male. Calm. But wrong. “File recovery initialized. SUBJECT D, OBSERVATION 7B. PROJECT: GLASS HEART.” I staggered back. My hands shook. Glass Heart. That name hadn’t crossed my consciousness since I drew the last breath of my first life. Since the nights I’d spent surrounded by white walled chambers as Sabrina and the others drilled fucking formulas into me. When I still thought that by being what they wanted, I could save Elara.”

She replied She smiled again-although not quite reaching her eyes-then turned and left the room, leaving Noah to her own thoughts. Noah went to the window and looked out at the grounds below-the immaculately manicured grounds, the glittering fountain, the silhouette of the city skyline so many miles away. It was beautiful, even breathtaking, but to her, it didn't feel right

The golden fruit was warm in Sela’s hands. It wasn't just an object; it was a living memory. She could feel the pulse of it, a steady rhythm that beat in time with her own heart. All around the Heartwood, people were holding their own fruits, their faces transformed. The grey, worried expressions were gone, replaced by looks of wonder, of recognition, of strength.

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

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My hands stayed steady on the steering wheel-, but my mind replayed his words over and over,. I parked in my usual spot in the underground lot,. No hesitation,. No second thoughts,. If he wanted war-, he would get it in broad daylight,. The lobby of Hayes Global was exactly as it had always been—marble floors-, towering glass panels-, and the massive silver logo mounted behind reception,. Orderly,. Polished,. Controlled,. I walked in with my head high,. The receptionist-, looked up from her desk. She was young, efficient-, and always polite to me,. Her smile flickered when she saw me.

Either for war, treatment, or something else, but what they install in the underground is mostly their war equipment. Besides the underground looks, so beautiful even the ground they are matching is made of gold. "Jesse, pick up that red portion" Stella ordered the worker. "Yes ma" the worker answered as she run to the glass and press some code and the glass opened as she pick up the portion. "Boss, what's that use for?" Switzer asked. "It is actually for treatment, it it's for Mikel, the work is to wash away bad blood..." "That doesn't match the body" Stella answers.

“But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.” The witches murmured in agreement, their eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and trepidation. They began to conjure, their hands weaving intricate patterns in the air as they chanted ancient incantations. The forest around them responded, the wind picking up, swirling leaves and shadows around them. From the depths of their magic, they summoned a beautiful, yet eerie, gift: a crystal heart, pulsating with a soft, red glow. “This heart,” Seraphina explained, holding the shimmering object aloft, “is imbued with our magic. It represents the love

Shards of glass scattered in every direction, glittering like diamonds in the dim light. Within the shattered remains, a beating heart lay exposed, its crimson flesh pulsing with an otherworldly glow. Abigail's eyes widened in horror, her face contorting into a mask of pure anguish as she witnessed the heart's final moments. The pulsing slowed, the rhythmic beating growing fainter with each passing second. The heart shriveled, its vibrant hue fading to a sickly grey, until finally, it stilled, the last vestiges of life extinguished.