Glass Sword Novels & Stories

Brielle swallows hard beside me, and I squeeze her hand just as Jack walks back in with a huge smile on his face. “I think we just got lucky,” he tells us. “My buddy just told me that entire wall was constructed using riot glass.” “Riot glass?” Brielle asks. “What does that mean? Like hurricane glass?” “No, riot glass is even better,” I say. “Hurricane glass is only rated for high winds. Riot glass is designed specifically to withstand objects hitting it – even something traveling at a high rate of speed.” “Like bullets?” “Yep. The glass will spiderweb, but not shatter.”

It shattered, splitting apart like glass under pressure. For a moment, everything froze. Then I saw it. My sword, it was glowing. A soft, fiery light danced along the edges. Alive. “What the hell…” Aegon said behind me, his voice low. He stepped forward, examining the remains. His brows furrowed deep. “This dummy is built with carbon fiber,” he said. “That’s not supposed to happen.” He looked at me, something hard in his eyes now. “Jules… what was that?”

Virelle leaned closer to the window. Gold had always been faint in them, subtle enough to look almost brown in normal light. But now, under the fractured moon, they were brighter. Not fully gold, it was threaded with silver. Her stomach dropped. “No,” she whispered. She lifted her hand and touched the glass. The girl in the reflection did the same. But the eyes looking back at her did not belong to the person she had been yesterday. And deep beneath the academy, beyond stone and oath and blood, something seemed to stir in answer.

My fingers are on my chin as I crouched and looked at it. The cover or the sheath was silver with a few pints of gold, I don't understand the engravings etched on it. Because of my curiosity, I held it and released it from its sheath. Unlike other sword, its blade was bluish and silver, the handle was wood in color and the cover was glass. It was not as heavy as it look. I lifted it up and swayed it... Imagining I was a samurai fighting some bad guys. I chuckled.

With a secret tender force, the small glass made people feel that it was almost as heavy as a mountain. With a sneer, Ding Hao unfolded his right hand, and an orange flame leapt from it. It rotated around the glass quickly, dispelling the pale blue cyclone and dissolving the secret force contained over the glass. The glass was stagnant in the void, stopping half a meter in front of Ding Hao. The wine glass was spinning slowly, but the wine in it did not overflow at all. "It's good wine. Unfortunately, it is not my favorite taste. You'd better keep it for yourself." Before Ding Hao finished his words, the glass went back slowly.

As long as he survived the upcoming thunder tribulation, the Oculus Blade would be ranked top among all immortal weapons! Severin was incredibly excited by that thought. He took a deep breath, suppressed the joy in his heart, and stared intensely at the figure of the sword embryo floating in front of him. The original crimson Oculus Blade that carried the divine flames and bore the rules of fire had taken on a copper hue, with six golden filament-like lines swirling around it like dragons. It emitted a piercingly cold and terrifying sword intent.

Isla quickly took out her mobile phone. Cynthia did not respond and kept observing the glass smashed by the hammer. She guessed that Isla was pretending to be calm. She knew that some glass was made of composite materials, and the hardness was very high. For example, the glass used by the glass warehouse could not be smashed by the hammer. However, the glass was very thick, and the glass on the window was less than one finger thick, so it was impossible for it to withstand the continuous strikes. In other words, the replaced glass could not bring 100 percent safety.

The glasses were now adorned with a slice of fruit, strategically placed on the rim. It was a simple yet visually striking touch, elevating the experience of enjoying the juice. The vibrant hues of the fruit slices created a delightful contrast against the transparent glass, enhancing the visual appeal. With the glasses filled and garnished, Drew turned towards me, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. He extended a glass towards me, the vibrant liquid glistening invitingly. I reached out, taking the glass delicately, appreciating the craftsmanship and the care that went into its creation.

Eryndor's Shadowing dagger seemed to dance in the moonlight, its dark blade slicing through the air with a haunting screee-ksss. Each strike landed with a thud-thwack-thoom, sending tremors through the troop's warriors. The troop's hearts raced as the violent zing-ting-zap of clashing daggers filled the field. The savages of warriors, fueled by fury and loyalty, clashed in a frenzy of arms and teeth. The ground grew slick with blood, the earthy smell mingling with the metallic tang of steel. Jack Wolf stood firm, his Moon-whisper spear shining with a soft, ethereal light. He parried Eryndor's strikes with a precision born of desperation, his movements a blur of speed and strength.