Glass Sword Series Mga Nobela at Kwento

I drew him back but Griffin was way too strong even in his current state. "You little bitch." He spat out, running towards me like an angry lion. I picked up the shard of glass in my hand and stabbed him below his abdomen... He removed the glass like it was nothing as he walked towards me with the intent to kill. "You think a little glass will be able to kill me?.. I wasn't born yesterday." He made to stab me with the glass he had pulled out but I was quick to narrowly avoid the contact of the glass but not without it slightly grazing my face. I fell to the ground, looking for the potion.

Rae searched the grassy field for something. Anything that she could use as a weapon. There was something glittering in the dark, and upon inspection, she discovered that it was a thick shard of glass. She picked it up. Nobody paid any attention to her. Everyone was engrossed in their own fight. She saw Negan and Keegan tumbling around in the dirt. They were still in their wolf forms. She held the glass tightly, but not sharply enough to cut her hand. Any extra injuries wouldn’t be doing her any favors.

Two tall glasses stood sentry, both half full with sparkling clear liquid. Rushing over, I gulped down the first glass. Thankful it was water and not vodka. Blood loss and alcohol were not really a good combination. Using the second glass, I cleared my eyelashes. Winced at the bruised flesh that still impacted my vision slightly. Both glasses now empty, I grabbed the half-eaten sandwich off one plate, an apple from the other. Shoved the first in my mouth and the second in my armpit. I needed to keep at least one hand free to wield the short sword.

“No!” The glass broke.

Footsteps were approaching the house. I jumped to my feet like I have been stung by a bee, adrenaline surging. Aunt Liora was already up, she was holding a curved silver blade in one hand, a silver dagger in the other. There was another sound—this time a guttural growl, loud. Suddenly, Glass shattered as a rogue burst through the side window, snarling. His claws ripped the curtains as he rolled inside, feral and stinking of rot. His hair was messy and there was blood on his jaw. His eyes were red like blood. What Lila said she saw.

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

one of the men said as he started walking toward me with a smug look on his face. "I'm not going anywhere with you, and you're going to regret coming into this shop tonight because I have a brother who is dying and I don't have time to play games with my father’s old lapdogs," I replied as I reached behind me and grabbed a heavy glass jar of antiseptic from the counter. I threw the jar at his head and he ducked just enough for it to miss, but it gave me the second I needed to lung forward and drive a jagged shard of glass from the broken window into the soft spot under his chin.

Caspian muttered as he looked at the Gibson family clansmen who were attacking Solana in unison on the ring. "The Whirling Storm of Slash!" With a loud shout, a dazzling sword light burst out behind Solana. The sword light was like a rainstorm in the middle of summer. It was dense and shot out a sharp edge, as if it would pierce Solana into a sieve in the next moment. "Floating Light Clone!" Swoosh! The torrential sword light pierced through Solana's back. However, before the member of the Gibson family, who had drawn his sword, had time to show a look of surprise, he saw that Solana's figure became increasingly faint and disappeared in an instant.

​They were glowing. ​The black veins on their wrists were pulsing with a brilliant, golden light that pushed back the green shadows. Sula was standing in the center of the crowd, her spear held high, the solar glass tip burning like a miniature sun. The emerald glass crawled toward her feet and then shattered, unable to cross the circle of the nomads’ natural heat.