Glass Novels & Stories

I can feel the pain of the shattered bottle getting in my skin and I can feel my blood slowly dripping because of the wound from the broken bottle. “I told you to stay away from her,” He said while continuing to strangle me with a rope that he was holding. The strangle is getting tighter and tighter until I slowly lose my breath. I saw him taking photos of me and stared at Lady’s photo before she kicked my laptop. It falls to the floor and it gets broken. He walked near me and looked at me for a moment. I can’t move because of the rope on my neck that he tied tightly. He bent his knee beside me and strangled me again. This man is going to kill me. Until my eyesight gets blurry because of lo

“How can you have the curtains open? Won’t it burn you?” “Tempered glass,” he said, glancing over to the window. “Sunlight and UV Rays can’t penetrate it. We can look out, but nothing can look in, or get in, for that matter.” I started to get up, but he stopped me. “Please, allow me,” he said, already pulling a cup from the cabinet. “You are my guest.” He poured me a cup of coffee and set it down in front of me, then gave my neck a long, lingering kiss. “How do you feel?”

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

A sound like the soft chirping of birds, the sensuous rain on the windowsill, the rustling of yellowed leaves on a beautiful autumn morning. They entered in the middle of the crowd and Jimmy's eyes grew bigger. Taegen was sitting at a huge, shining black instrument that looked like the sky on a cool summer night, coaxing impossibly soothing and amazing melodies from it. He seemed lost as his fingers flew over the keys like swallows darting in a pond for fish. He raised his head and stared at Jimmy, his eyes shifting to the shiny sapphire blue, making the boy's heart leap out of his chest. "It has been years," Ruvyn mumbled, not believing what he is watching.

It was an environment built to ignore the harsh realities of the White Mane Pack territory. But when I looked toward the expansive windows, my breath hitched. The massive panes of ballistic glass—designed to withstand high-explosive impacts—were currently being eaten alive by a thick, jagged layer of frost. This wasn’t normal winter condensation. The ice crystals were creeping across the glass in aggressive, fractal patterns, pulsing with a sickly, pale-blue luminescence. It looked exactly like a self-replicating malicious virus, physically consuming every residual joule of heat in the room.

The outside of the place had been completely tinted, making it impossible to see what was on the inside. Walking towards the glass french doors, a man in a suit that had been standing in front held one of them open for us, allowing us to walk into what was a Square-shaped room with bamboo panels for three of the walls and dim light fixtures hiding behind each one. The fourth wall had been designed like the inside of a circular vault as there was no lock for us to turn, meaning it would only be able to be opened by someone on the other side.

Ivy whispered. They reached a set of double doors clad in tarnished silver. Ivy pushed them open. The hinges didn't scream; they let out a long, metallic sigh. The room beyond was a dressing chamber frozen in mid-breath. Dust motes danced in the candlelight like tiny, falling stars. But it was the mirrors that dominated the space—vast, towering sheets of mercury glass that lined every wall. Mercury glass, unlike modern mirrors, had a dark, liquid depth to it, a shimmering instability that made every reflection look like it was underwater.

Eli stood by the window, the soft glow of the moonlight catching the sharp line of his jaw and the gentle, expectant look in his eyes as you entered the room. "I've been thinking about this all day," he murmured, his voice a low, melodic vibration that seemed to settle deep in your chest. He didn't wait for an answer. He moved across the space with a slow, deliberate grace, closing the gap until you could feel the heat radiating from him. When his hands finally found your waist, they were steady and warm, pulling you flush against him. You could feel the thrum of his heartbeat—fast, rhythmic, and echoing your own.

He walked towards the central observation window, its reinforced glass offering a panoramic view of the desolate landscape beyond. The dome, a testament to humanity's ingenuity, was failing. Cracks, thin at first like spiderwebs, now spread across the transparent polycarbonate like jagged scars. Some were hairline fractures, barely visible, while others gaped open, revealing the harsh, unforgiving reality of the world outside. The once-immaculate surface, a shield against the hostile environment, was marred by discoloration, by patches of fading transparency, by areas where the material had begun to crumble and flake away, creating miniature avalanches of plas

I couldn’t make out what he was saying but could hear his sing-songy taunts. I moved in closer, staying low and out of sight, to a window. I slowly peeked in and could see Minus tied to a chair. His head was swollen, and blood was pouring from his mouth, soaking his beard. My hand covered my mouth to hold back a gasp. My eyes flooded with tears and my jaw ached from fighting the urge to break down in sobs. I had to stop this animal before I was too late. That is, if I wasn’t already.