Glass Hearts Novels & Stories

“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

The party was a masterpiece of gold and glass... but for Ophelia, the air had suddenly turned to ice. She stood at the edge of the lawn... her heart hammering against her ribs as she stared at the raw... blood-red crystal in her hand. Across the garden... the elite of California were laughing... their champagne flutes catching the golden glow of the chandeliers.

I'm in a much hurry than waiting for her to introduce the glasses she had just listed, so I said, “I just want something simple and dar—” “I get it… I gets it, I know exactly what you want just leave it to me,” she raised her hand to the shelve behind her and took down a box, opening it slightly to revealed a pink heart-shaped glasses with shining stuffs on it, she carefully put the cover beside it, as though it was an egg. “Here are our top notch glasses, trust me— you wear this, your crush will come finding your love, you take a little walk down the street, at least ten cars will jam into one another.” The words smoothly rolled out of her mouth as though she ate honey.

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.

My heart avoids the heartbeat, getting what is going to happen. "Funny, my... "Angeledith Grace Red, would you grant me the significant privilege of becoming my better half?" she asks as she shows me the ring inside the container, from which a slightly but wonderful molded heart shaped gemstone protrudes. My throat evaporates, my heart stops beating, my lungs expel all the breathed air and in a moment the centers of my hands are absorbed by perspiration. Everything around us begins to spin rapidly, I feel dazed, confused, scared. An unnerving sense of history repeating itself ripples through me.

The Heartstone pulsated with an ethereal light, drawing them towards its mesmerizing glow. Amelia stretched out her hand tentatively, her fingertips brushing against the cool, smooth surface of the Heartstone. A surge of power coursed through her, sending a shiver down her spine. The stone seemed to whisper secrets, promising unimaginable abilities to those who possessed it. But before they could comprehend the depths of its enchantment, a low growl reverberated through the air. The trio turned, their hearts pounding in unison, to see pairs of glowing yellow eyes emerge from the shadows.

Sara said as she looked forward out the window ahead of them. “I love you too, Sara Holt,” Garett said and smiled as he kissed her hand. Now it was time to let the heart win forever. He had the contract still on the wall, after all.

AMORA I arrived back in my place and got inside. My heart was beating around my neck I could feel it. I felt sick to my stomach. I tried to lock the door but it was a bit difficult with how blurry my vision was due to the tears that were threatening to escape. I took in a slow deep breath and wiped my tears before I actually managed to lock it. I turned on my heels and headed straight to my bedroom.

I used to laugh and joke, saying, "Hey, you're going to be our witness, so you'd better keep a good eye on him for me next time!" Queenie would keep laughing and nodding at me in response, but her eyes were also filled with a rather complex expression I couldn't understand. I always thought that this was the perfect happiness I'd always have. However, after going through all of the highlighted stories on the Instagram account, I realized that the gentleness and tenderness I'd always thought were exclusively reserved for me had been shared with someone else without my knowledge. Misty roared in anger. "We can't take this anymore! They're desecrating your feelings and emotions!"

Now I can't tell if it as a result of contact lense or if it were natural. "Let her in, they just confirmed her invitation." Gray eyed whispered to bald head. "You are under, T-A502BI." Gray eye announced. "And your passcode is; 21594783. Have fun." Bald head bid me and left me to myself to wonder that huge house alone. It is like an estate and the Aebayo's owned it all. I finally walked towards the main entrance where another man stood and scanned me from head to toe with a metal detector. "You may now go in," the guard ushered and led me towards the dining room. I can perceive the aroma of boiled meats.