Glass Hearts Novels & Stories

“My sincerest apologies for the necessary pain.” Gaya’s voice echoed in their ears. Belladonna straightened up, the pain now little tingles on her veins. Her attention was drawn to the part of her arm that still hurt the most. Carved into her skin was a Sandglass, illuminating with different colors. The upper part was filled with sand, stagnant, while the lower part was absolutely empty. Alaris pulled her to him immediately, standing in front of her once again, before he could speak his words of rage fully, Gaya spoke.

said Kai while smirking. *********** She was sitting in the Garden, it was a huge garden in the pack. This was the place she liked most in the pack house, especially the Roses. Grace walked slowly towards the flowers, she was holding a picture and there were tears in her eyes. Hazel was looking at her from the corner of her eyes. “Clair, what happened? Why are you so restless?” she asked, her wolf could sense emotions. “Her wolf, it’s so sad Hazel, I never felt this sadness before,” said her inner wolf.

“Merry Christmas.” Marianne smiled and said “Thank you”. She opens the lid of the box and sees two magnificent diamond earrings. “Wow! This is… beautiful,” she breathlessly said. This is the first time that she had ever received a pair of earrings. There are plenty of expensive jewellery sets in her dressing room, but those are already there. It wasn’t specifically given to her. Any madam of the William castle would be the owner of those precious stones.

DEX A heartbeat runs through me, painful at first, like something inside me has cracked open. Then, that pain spreads and changes, flooding every vein in my body with fire. It burns, but it heals too, like lava surging through me. Every pulse carries both agony and exhilaration until I can’t contain it anymore. My lips part, and a deep, wild howl tears out of my chest. It echoes across the battlefield, carrying through the air until it reaches every mind and heart within the Silver Crescent Pack.

However, his hands passed straight through me, through nothing but cold air. He froze. The smile on his face slowly faded. "Kelly, why… Why can't I touch you?" I hovered in the air, looking down at him without emotion. "Sean, that's because I'm dead." He collapsed onto the floor, breaking down completely. "I'm sorry, Kelly. It's all my fault. Hit me. Yell at me. Do anything you want. Just, please… Forgive me, okay? I'll give you my life. If you can come back, I'll die right now."

The sight of Kaelen holding the silver-glass needle to his own heart was a vision of cosmic blackmail. Lyra and Silas stood at the entrance of the "Nursery," their auras dimmed by the sterile, white light of the Architects' mass-production facility. Around them, the thousands of gold-and-sapphire eggs pulsed with a rhythmic, mechanical frequency—the "Heartbeat of the Perfect North."

My stomach twisted, my hand shook—not from fear, but from something brewing inside me, something alive, something hungry. We reached the end of the hall. My breath got stuck. There it was. A giant crystal heart, hovering over a pedestal of black stone, smooth, glowing soft golden light like it was literally breathing. Every pulse made the floor vibrate. My mark flared in answer. It knew this place. It knew its power. Its purpose.

Tears brim in my eyes, threatening to spill over as I turn away from Santiago, unable to bear the weight of his silent acknowledgment. My gaze drifts involuntarily to the scar on my wrist, a stark reminder of past trauma that I desperately try to push from my mind. I wrench my eyes away, refusing to dwell on the painful memories that lurk just beneath the surface, focusing instead on anything else to distract myself from the haunting specter of the past.

The one who cared about a wolfless girl to not let her get sick in the cold or the one who brought home his 'soulmate' knowing well he could never love her just to control the royals? I looked at myself in the mirror. The dark bags under my eyes were no longer as huge as they were yesterday, still, I applied some concealer. I gathered my hair in a messy bun letting some strands fall on my face. I kept looking at my face when something started happening, my eyes...the green iris once again started changing color forming an amber ring. I did not blink and kept looking at it. Unlike the last time it happened...I was not scared. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when someone kn

She rubbed the chrome slow, too careful. “Not like glass,” I said, voice low. “Firm. Like you mean it.” She pressed harder, and the metal gleamed under her touch. She glanced at me quickly, seeking approval, then ducked her head again before I could give it. Good. Better she didn’t rely on my nod to know she was doing it right. Minutes passed, the noise of the lot filling in the silence between us. When she finally leaned back, wiping her forehead with the back of her hand, I caught a flicker of something across her face. Not fear. Not exactly.