Glass Shatters Stone Cold Novels & Stories

The thermal shock shattered the tempered glass into a million tiny, hot projectiles. Because Cale was facing Elion, his back was to the wall. He didn't see it coming. He didn't see a thread. He didn't have a warning. He just heard Elion scream. And then the glass hit him. It rained down on Cale’s back, his neck, his hair. A shower of diamonds that cut like razors. Elion lunged forward. He threw his arms over Cale’s head, shielding his face. "Down!" Elion yelled.

“It’s… um… there’s been a development.” My jaw ticked. “What development? Beter be good...” He shifted his weight, clearly uncomfortable, his eyes flickering briefly toward Amethyst before returning to me. “It’s been frozen.” Shit! There goes that word "Frozen" again. For a second… I didn’t react. Then my hand moved before I even thought about it. The glass slammed down hard against the desk, the sharp crack echoing through the room as liquid sloshed over the rim and spilled across the surface.

But every time she stood back up, some part of me broke and some darker part whispered she was mine. And then Kiera’s stick had struck, and Lena’s body had folded wrong on the ice. Cold. Still. Gone. My wolf’s cry burned through my chest, not just agony, but the sound of a bond breaking before it could ever begin. That was when I’d known. Fate wasn’t cruel, it was merciless. The next morning, the rink reeked of polish and arrogance. Kiera Winters glided across it like she owned every frozen inch. Her precision was flawless, her smile sharper than her blade.

Smash. The glass didn't just slip from his fingers; it plummeted. It struck the hardwood floor and exploded into a thousand glittering shards, water pooling around his expensive Italian shoes. He didn't blink. He didn't glance down. He didn't care. His phone vanished into his pocket in one fluid motion as he pushed off the wall, his entire body suddenly coiled with purpose.

Jake raised the glass to his lips and took a deep, heavy swallow. Three seconds passed in absolute, agonizing silence. Then, the glass slipped from Jake’s fingers. CRASH. The heavy crystal shattered against the hardwood floor, spilling the remaining alcohol across the rug. Jake staggered backward, his large hand flying to his throat as his eyes widened in sudden, violent shock. The vibrant emerald fire in his gaze flared aggressively before instantly fracturing, the brilliant green light dimming into a dull, lifeless gray.

She would join it too. His jaw locked. Turning away, He released her arm and stepped into the shower cubicle, stripping off his lower before turning on the water. Angela folded her arms, silently watching his bare back. How was she supposed to crack the stone fortress around his heart? Suddenly a deafening crash shattered her thoughts. She jolted as Gideon slammed his fist into the glass wall, reducing it to glittering shards across the soaked floor. Her heart lurched at the sight of his silent brutality, his harsh breathing echoing through the room.

With a brutal squeeze of my massive, hockey-trained fist, I applied absolute, crushing pressure to the crystal. The heavy glass violently shattered into a hundred pieces right inside my bare palm. The amber liquor exploded across the marble table, splashing over the investor's silver suit as the sharp shards bit deep into the white gauze wrapping my knuckles. The investor gasped in terror, his face turning completely white as he stumbled backward, nearly tripping over a velvet stool. The music in the VIP lounge seemed to die, the entire team freezing in shock as they watched the blood and alcohol mix dripping from my closed fist onto the floor.

“You don’t let me do anything.” Gods, I loved her. Not the moment perfect moment to be aroused. But still. She was sexy when she was like that. Before I could answer, the third strike hit. Stone screamed somewhere above us. The great crystal windows shattered inward in a rain of glittering knives. Councilors ducked and shouted. I pulled Rayna against me as shards exploded across the chamber.

While I was trapped in this concrete tomb with my brother and a bunch of pack members I barely tolerated. The muffled voices of Dominic and Peter filtered through the door. “No, I haven't seen him,” Peter said. Dominic replied, “Then what’s with the two glasses on the counter?” I cursed under my breath, running a hand through my hair. Idiot. Peter could have cleared that. Then, all of a sudden, there was a loud crash. A large stone burst through the bathroom window, glass shattering all around me. The stone slammed into my stomach, knocking the air out of me. I groaned, doubling over in pain as shards of glass rained down.

"Andrea" "3" "I'm so sorry Andrea" "2" "Please say something,I ..." "1" "Larissa" I laughed again Probably too hard because I felt my eyes water . The re was probably no way out but down huh I could hear the rogues charge towards me Then came the feel of their claws on my skin And then I couldn't feel anything anymore And then darkness