Glass Sword Series Novels & Stories

Blood darkens his fur. He doesn’t make a sound. The cut doesn’t slow him. I duck under a snapping jaw and roll, coming up on one knee with my second blade already up. I strike again. Deeper. Cleaner. This is familiar. The burn in my arms. The narrowing of my vision. The way the rest of the world drops out when my body remembers what it’s for.

Before going i saw my reflection in the mirror and whispered to myself, “Damn, your girl looks so fine. I’m not about to play with this position.” In about 10 minutes, I arrived at Vans and Sterling Company — and boy, this place was flashy. From the security men dressed in all black uniforms who happily opened the doors for me, to the gleaming polished floors and sky- high walls, I instantly knew I hit the jackpot with this position. “Thank you, Jesus,” I whispered under my breath, fully aware that it was only through Him that I had gotten this spot.

I pressed my foot lightly on the flat of the blade and whispered, “Take me up.” The sword rose, carrying me higher through the thick air, smooth and steady beneath my boots. The black rocks gleamed as I passed them. I noticed the miasma had started whispering around me again, but I didn't panic. I stared ahead at the mirror with fu When I reached the mirror, I grabbed it with all my strength and swerved back to the surface. I stepped off Darkill and crouched beside it. Up close, the mirror was even more haunting. The glass was fractured in dozens of places, each shard reflecting a different flicker of light, like pieces of stolen stars.

Sara’s saber began to glow with a golden hum, its light pulsating and radiating power. Danial’s eyes narrowed as he analyzed the situation. The sword had transformed, and something in its aura warned him to be cautious. He took a deep breath, instinctively stepping back as he realized this was no ordinary blade. He could feel the energy crackling around it, vibrating in the air. Sara’s lips curved into a confident smile. She waved her saber in a swift arc, the light from the blade shimmering in the dim underground training hall. "Don't blink, Danial. You’ll miss it," she said, her voice filled with thrilling anticipation.

His eyes were burning silver pools of absolute, unadulterated violence. Water dripped from the tip of his sword, pooling on the dusty floor. "J-Jack..." Blind Eye stammered. The glass slipped from his fingers. It hit the stone floor and shattered, the whiskey splashing like blood. "You... you're alive." "Disappointed?" Jack asked, taking a step forward.

I explained why even if we don’t give up this kind of information, the attack on her father's pack is going to be inevitable, Markus knows what he’s doing. “I say we give up the information, that bastard has deserved what’s coming to him since he took that fucking title. I was planning on taking him down myself but if these people want to do it, save me a job.” Glasses, who always seemed so happy and optimistic each time I saw him now stood with anger in his stance and a growl in his tone, whatever this man had done really pissed him off. “There has to be another way.” Lizzie cried looking over to me as Glasses wrapped his arm around her shoulders placing a kiss on her head, he was angry, bu

His left shoulder armor was completely shattered, blood weeping from deep lacerations where the enchanted glass had sliced through his leather jerkin. Beside him, Brynn was a blur of silver steel and grey fur. She parried a downward strike from an elven captain, her broadsword throwing off a shower of white sparks before she spun on her heel, using her momentum to drive her elbow directly into the elf's reinforced visor. The glass shattered, and the soldier crumpled into the blood-soaked mud.

Lesia, Yianni, and Morgott chose to confront the three incoming Sword Lights head-on. Clang! A sudden sound echoed as Yianni was the first to face the attack. He swung his longsword to meet the incoming Sword Light, but his sword shattered into two pieces upon contact. Accompanied by a buzzing roar, the Sword Light poised at Yianni’s neck. At such proximity, Yianni could feel the intense heat, sharpness, and gusts of wind emitted by the Sword Light. His pupils contracted in shock, and he stood there in a daze.

“Your father believes it was rogues. I believe it was something else.” I stood up. My legs were stiff from sitting so long. “What do you mean?” “Did you see the silver light, boy?” “Everyone saw it.” The memory hurt. Sera kneeling there, her power pouring out of her like a broken dam. Her eyes had been pure silver. Not the primal wolf-gold she used to have, not human. Something ancient, terrifying, and beautiful. Too weak. I had called her too weak. The Moon Goddess must be laughing.

She was raised to be a secret. Now she's about to become a reckoning. At the royal court of Canberra-Vane, they call her the "Second Prince", sickly, unremarkable, easy to overlook. Exactly what she needs them to think. For years, Lyra has lived a lie stitched into her own skin: chest bound tight, veins full of suppressants that shouldn't even exist, all to bury one truth: she's an Omega, and she's not the son this throne was promised. One dose too late, one loose thread, and the entire fraud unravels along with her. Everyone around her is playing a game. She's just playing it better than anyone gives her credit for. Crown Prince Kaelan wants her gone and isn't subtle about it; every "a