Glass Sword Series Novels & Stories

Sweat beads on my forehead. Closer. I lean forward, stretching my wings slowly so the soft, stained-glass plumage doesn’t make any sound, the dim light shining through each of the iridescent feathers and casting an oil slick of colors around me— Something grabs the collar of my shirt. Hot, moist breath brushes across the nape of my neck and through my shorn hair as I’m yanked backward. I scream and grab my dagger. But I know it’s useless. There’s only one thing this strong, this big.

Rookie fucking mistake, I should have examined the window with more caution. Aside from finding another trap, I did learn the windows are made out of something similar to a two-way mirror or tinted windows. I can just make out my reflection in the glass, but I can’t see through it, yet I can see the light of this supposed lightning flashing inside. Iolaire walks up to me, “Find anything?” She quietly asks. “Razor blades,” I deadpan.

’ thinking to myself, I picked one up, all of them are in a odd shape and different colours and it doesn’t make any sense, Before I could even make sense out of these colored glasses, the doors of the library threw open and showed Drew and Yuri, both holding a lamp in their hands and walking towards me. Yuri seemed to look for me, figuring that it was about the supper, I decided to turn my attention to Drew. he seemed to just come back home, noticing that his attire presents himself as a businessman rather than a noble or someone connected to the Duchess. However, before he could say anything, his eyes looked to the thing in hand, a green colored glass. His face showed surprise at first, his

She let go of our hands and waved her fingers in the air, making me gasp as a small little shard of glass appeared in our palms. She stepped back and waited as we looked at the glass in our hands, it glowed faintly and pulsed in a soft rhythm that felt very calming. I glanced over at her and noticed that she was waiting for us to do what she had said. So I tapped at the pointed end and nodded, brushing my hair away from my right shoulder and swiping the end against my skin. I felt no pain as the cut appeared and soon turned the point of the glass against my palm. I could see Dorian doing the same and looked up at the Goddess who stepped closer once more.

She looked more closely at the cross now. The indigo blue glass was cut on one side, on the other side it had a smooth surface. The cut ran to a point in the middle of the four arms of the cross and broke the light in various rainbow tones. The little spots of color danced on her skin to the rhythm of the speeding car. Although it had neither a hole nor an eyelet, it looked as if it belonged to a piece of jewelry and Aurelia figured out that it might have come off an employee's necklace.

I scrunched my nose trying to understand why her face seemed panic stricken. I looked at her questioningly. “Sandi!” She whispered, “Your eyes!” “Wh… what? What happened to my eyes?” I asked a little self consciously. “They are glowing! …" She whispered. “They are glowing with silver light!”

KAI’S POV The blade screamed before it struck. Not audibly, not to the room, but to something older inside me. The wards under my skin detonated into heat as the air split, and instinct tore control from thought. “Zara!” Too late. The blade wasn’t metal. It looked like obsidian glass, curved and narrow, veins of silver light pulsing through it like a heartbeat. It emerged from nowhere, no summoning circle, no warning glyph, just there, sliding out of empty space and into flesh.

Nomo hissed, stepping forward. The woman in the glass laughed, a sound like a thousand crystal flutes shattering at once. She looked even more terrifying than she had in the laboratory. Her sapphire skin was now overlaid with a web of silver veins, and her hair was a crown of jagged glass shards. She placed her hand against the surface of the mirror, and the glass didn't break—it dissolved into a shimmering, violet mist.

Ana (voice thick): “Eight treasures down, thirty-nine still sleeping. Tonight we wake the ninth.” She leads us past the church, up a frozen path to an ancient hay barn that smells of cedar and centuries. Inside stands the Winterglass Mirror: tall, black ice veined with silver, humming like a hive. It doesn’t show our reflections. It shows futures we’re terrified of. - Me on a throne of frozen blood, crown complete, eyes empty. - Remy kneeling, broken, dagger at his own throat. - Seras burning everything she loves because she couldn’t stop it.

Yman chose the sword that about 2 feet in length. It was laying beside the silver shortsword. The name of the sword was Gladius. It has a double edge. It wasn't too short and wasn't long at the same time. It cost 350 GP only. Much cheaper than the silver shortsword. And had an additional attack of +15, much lower compared to the shortsword.