Glass Sword Series Novels & Stories

Neither reached for it. Instead… The blade divided itself. Not breaking. Separating. Two identical swords now floated before them. One carried a silver wolf engraved upon its hilt. The other… A black raven. Matteo stared in disbelief. “It changed…” Mira whispered, “It remembered.” ⸻ Alessio carefully accepted the silver-bladed sword. Leonardo instinctively caught the darker twin. The moment both brothers held their weapons… A shockwave spread throughout the cathedral. The shattered stained-glass windows repaired themselves.

Jangar resembled the aura of a peerless sword, and his aura had broken through the arena's shield to envelop Nontwo City. His body was bathed in the glow of sword light as he gazed coldly at Severin. He then nonchalantly tossed his long sword in Severin's direction. The speed of flight was not very swift, and one might even describe it as being remarkably slow. Yet, with each advancement, sections of the blade seemed to dissipate, giving rise to a sword light approximately ten feet long. As the blade vanished, the sword light grew even more.

The rain returned like an omen. It battered the glass windows of Adrien’s office with relentless fury, a percussive rhythm that matched the pulse thudding in his chest. The storm outside was nothing compared to the one building inside him. He couldn’t sleep. Not after what he’d seen in Jonas Hale’s file. Not after Mila’s words "they told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood". And certainly not after the decision he had made earlier that night.

"How many credits does it take to get you in bed, huh? I have got plenty." My right hand moves before he can blink. My fingers wrap around the stem of the glass on the high table next to me. It is filled with dark red Moon Goddess Kiss. I swing it sideways. The glass shatters against his jaw. Smash. Red liquid sprays across his white shirt. Shards of crystal rain onto the floorboards. Lucas stumbles back. He clutches his face. Blood leaks through his fingers. I lift my arm. I use my left hand to brush a stray piece of glass off my sleeve.

There was nobody behind it anymore, but she instantly understood. She whipped around to stare at me, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets as her entire body trembled. "Tobias… you… you replaced the mirror? You set me up?" I slipped my hands into my pockets and smiled brightly. "Ms. Sutton, that's an odd thing to say. I only wanted to make it easier for the two of you to admire each other's beautiful figures. How was I supposed to know you'd be so impatient that you'd start handing out employee benefits in broad daylight? No need to thank me. Just doing my job."

“She might not have the body that you do, but she’s not a slut. She still has track of her body count, unlike you.” “Please leave.” “What the fuck!” I snapped. “You know what? If you don’t want me, I’d get her to leave you,” I sneered. “Look there.” I glanced towards the door. “You see it, huh?” I said, letting a sly grin spread across my face. “Yes, I got all this on recording, and these glasses aren’t ordinary,” I whispered, removing the glasses. “See, it has a camera. It’s a meta glass, sweetheart .”

"After the failed ceremony, Karl disappeared for a month. When he returned, he began crafting ceremonial jewelry named for his 'true mate, Isabelle.' The pack council is in turmoil—they say he's been touched by moon madness." I listened quietly, finding no emotional response stirring within me. Fiona eventually departed, and I organized my notes before heading home. It was winter solstice night, and the streets were alive with celebration. Walking slowly back to my apartment, I noticed a small package at my doorstep. As I picked it up in confusion, a trembling voice spoke behind me: "Isabelle, I've finally found you."

Sean slid open the cabin window, his voice sharp with annoyance. "Wendy's health matters more than anything. No one is more important than her. As for the one behind you, if she dies, then that's her fate. Some lives just don't matter." He snapped the window shut without another word. The doctor trembled with anger, but he had no choice. He maneuvered around the bodyguards, squeezing through a narrow gap. At last, we managed to pass beside the helicopter. As we moved past it, one of Sean's friends happened to open the window for some air. The moment he saw my pale, lifeless face, he recoiled in shock and fell back into his seat.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

He had scars on his face and mocked them, speaking in a husky tone, “women. The Blades are women.” Casper aimed for his hands tightening around his two nephews and Dragon withdrew it to escape the sword, leaving the cousins panting. Casper aimed to stab him but Dragon kicked him so hard, his back almost hit some broken glasses on the wall, when a force blocked it. The person studied him and Casper did not have to ask who. Those broken glasses were from wall frames and designs on the wall, which could have pierced Casper badly, should his back had hit it. However, the man was least worried about himself and spoke hastily,