Glass Sword Series Novels & Stories

​ "Or, maybe it doesn't mean Claimed by a mate. Maybe it means... uninjured? Unmarred? No, that's stupid. You're covered in scars." ​ "No, not my scars," I corrected, a sudden thought sparking. "The mark that is 'rendered in pure, cold light'..." I ran to the shelf and grabbed a mirror. "Hold this still." ​ I stripped off my shirt, exposing my back—a roadmap of dark purple and yellow bruises from Gareth’s beatings. Elias winced, but held the mirror steady. ​ "Look closely at the center of my back, right between the shoulder blades. Tell me if you see anything weird."

The skin beneath it was red, almost purple. “You still got your magic bolt?” I shot out. “No.” His brows pulled. “But…” his gaze flicked toward the floor near my feet. “Glass.” Shards of the broken window littered the space. A few pieces were big enough to serve as a discount knife. I grabbed one shaped like a triangle. The tip gleamed, sharp enough that my finger almost paid the price. “Perfect. We’re upgrading to a DIY package.” “Dianna.” Erick sucked a breath. “One wrong move and you’ll slice a vein.”

Blade came out with his usual all black clothing—a big black sweatshirt, a black baggy jean, black glasses, black face cap, black sneakers— and a revolver carefully tucked by his side. To my shock, the passenger door opened and a girl came out. She was obviously young, probably fourteen or fifteen with red hair and a round hazel eyes which peered at me through the glass of the coffee shop. I couldn’t help but wonder who she was and why Blade had decided to bring her along. They both shared words before walking towards the coffee shop. “Emily!” Blade called as he walked inside with his companion right behind him. “I’m right here,” I said waving my hands in the air to draw his attention.

“None. The glass was mine. I heard a sound initially but brushed it off. After I had showered and dressed up was when I saw him.” “And what happened next?” He was keenly paying attention. “He began dragging me towards the balcony. I think he wanted to kidnap me but he kept saying something about the truth coming.” A look of familiarity marked his face “How did you get in possession of the sword?” “I was struggling and the shard of glass I had stabbed him with did nothing to stop him. I went for the weapon as it was nearby and used it on him” “The sword was not swapped? You are sure he did not get to the weapon first?”

Glass dug in. Her breath tore out of her in uneven gasps. “Enough,” Ricardo said. It wasn’t a reprimand. It was a spell in the shape of a command. The lights flickered back on. The room looked like the aftermath of a storm. Glass glittered on every surface. Curtains flapped in the freezing wind. The once perfect windows were jagged teeth. A hairline crack ran up the wall like a lightning scar. Blood streaked the floor beneath Althea. Nerisa appeared at Ricardo’s shoulder, face white.

I get pulled away from the window by Nathan. I struggle to get back to it. Nathan responds, "Just your mate eager for some attention," and resumes his game of snatch and release. He pulls me back, and I release the window frame at the same moment. I slam into his chest, and he stumbles back a step, so he couldn't have been expecting it. His lips curve into that loathed, mocking smirk when he sees me. Perish. I use the glass shard in my right hand to cut at his throat. I get blood all over my face. There's so much of it that I momentarily lose my vision. But just momentarily.

His eyes narrowed the moment he saw it. There was a crack. A long, jagged line right at the center of the thick glass. “What is it?” Alona asked again, clutching the blanket tightly around her chest. “What’s out there?” Jake didn’t answer right away. He placed his palm against the cracked glass and frowned deeper. The window was made of special material, stronger than any normal glass. It was designed to withstand attacks from enemies… even from other werewolves. So how could it be cracked?

I ran straight at them with a scream ripping from my throat. The first one tried to grab me—a mistake. I ducked under him, swinging low and cutting his Achilles tendon. He collapsed, shrieking. The second one tackled me to the ground. The sword flew from my hand and skidded across the blood-slicked floor. He rolled, his hands around my throat. My vision started to dim. I clawed at him, reaching desperately for anything—until my fingers found a shard of broken glass. I gripped it and drove it into his neck. Once. Twice. Over and over until he went limp above me, my body was drenched with his blood.

Not me, the dragonglass He had told them. He had told them all. Some of them didn't believe him, he knew. Dirk had shown Sam his dirk and said, "I got iron, what do I want with glass?" Black Bernarr and the three Garths made it plain that they doubted his whole story, and Rolley of Sisterton came right out and said, "More like you stabbed some rustling bushes and it turned out to be Small Paul taking a shit, so you came up with a lie

men. She exchanged her straw sandals for simple flat leather shoes with thin soles and stepped to the open window with the fresh scent and the comfortable feeling of clean clothes on her skin. She saw Roman come out of the temple with Richol and Reni. All three had freshly shorn heads. Alea could hear the three warriors laughing. She closed the window and thoughtfully stroked the irregular surface of the greenish glass, which was set in the form of small rhombuses in a wooden lattice. Glass was very valuable and was only made in the north of Hys on the Nori delta, and to get from there to the southern province of Rine, where the Shari clan was also located, the small, fragile panels for the