Glassheart Wattpad Mga Nobela at Kwento

​The Arctic Vault, once a silent tomb of Miller Vane’s secrets, now vibrated with a frequency that felt like the heartbeat of a god. The pulse-wave from the golden ship, the "Ancestry-Pulse", had bypassed the lead-quartz shielding as if it were nothing more than rice paper. Outside, the red fog of the Blood-Gate was being burned away, replaced by a blinding, oppressive gold that turned the Arctic sky into a sea of liquid fire.

guess you've just liberated my life- thank you I'll forever be grateful. "it's okay don't worry. But remember act normal and continue addressing me as ma'am," their dartling eyes followed in a giggle. "...everyone has a past and mistakes, skeletons we prefer hidden, shadows we're afraid of and voices we become slaves to_ but the golden key is not to envy anyone as you grow old. And so I would like to say am grateful you came in to the world cause you make mine, your mother's and siblings world beautiful." Bomul's last speech at the party had Cadeau dancing with a belly full of fireflies butterflies were not lit enough to describe her emotions

she wailed as she took the hem of her wet skirt and wiped the blood from his face before gently kissing it. Ian lifted a large, calloused, sun-weathered hand for her to take. His grip was noticeably weak as she took it in her smooth, silken, petite one. Tears flowed down her lips as she kissed his fisted knuckles before holding his hand tight against her breast. His lips formed her name as air passed from them, but it lacked the power to make the sound. “You get away from him!” Angel bellowed as she struggled to forge her way through the flames to them. “He belongs to me now!”

she stammered when fear poked into her conscience. The Grim Reapers nodded their heads altogether. Four of them dispersed into nowhere and only one was left with the couple. The Reaper pushed the gate gently, and surprisingly, the hill that one saw from the gate had disappeared. It seemed as if wallpapers were pasted on a door that no one knew was there. When the door opened, at a far distance, a garden came into view. Gentle zephyr came and brought about the fresh scent of flowers. Happy laughter and jingling sounds were audible to the ears as well.

“Mr. Marcus won’t allow you to get out” “I will make a way. I will get you when I get a little bit taller and gain some muscles and could earn a bit of living for us.” She looks at me with believing eyes “I promise, so you be patient and wait for that time. I will find you.” I took on my pocket the antique compass necklace my mother owns, I put it on her neck. “I will recognize you with this.” Those words comfort her.

"Garry here, owes me more things than his life can pay for, which makes me think that's what killed his dear poor wife, six years ago." Garry growl became more audible and I could see the trembling of his hands. "....I think her name was Melissa. She was one pretty thing to behold. A lovely girl in her late teens who was brainwashed by this sack of meat called Garry, to get married to him instead of I. I tried talking her out of it but then it was too late, Garry here, had already brainwashed her and turned her to a puppet, a waste of beauty. After a year and a half, stupid Mellssa died of starvation while the love of her life, was drinking himself to stupor in this same bar."

The one who cared about a wolfless girl to not let her get sick in the cold or the one who brought home his 'soulmate' knowing well he could never love her just to control the royals? I looked at myself in the mirror. The dark bags under my eyes were no longer as huge as they were yesterday, still, I applied some concealer. I gathered my hair in a messy bun letting some strands fall on my face. I kept looking at my face when something started happening, my eyes...the green iris once again started changing color forming an amber ring. I did not blink and kept looking at it. Unlike the last time it happened...I was not scared. I was still trying to figure out what was happening when someone kn

Mason and Madison, sensing my excitement, looked up at me curiously, their innocent eyes wide with wonder. Matthias approached us with open arms, enveloping me in a warm and comforting embrace. It felt like a reunion of souls, a connection that transcended time and distance. As he released me from his embrace, his gaze shifted to the two curious faces beside me—my precious twins. "Jessica, it's been too long," he said with a touch of nostalgia in his voice. "And these must be the little miracles I've heard so much about." Matthias's eyes twinkled as he looked at Mason and Madison, his expression a mix of fondness and delight.

All that light entered the woman and her eyes glowed. The ghosts of her ancestors bow to her and disappear one by one. Sky turns towards the kingdom that had held her captive, and says only one sentence. “in aliquam partem mundi, donec mens tua redeat.”, (to any part of the world, until your mind returns). All the light that it took her more than an hour to collect explodes like a light bomb, and she falls to the ground, fainting. Gary had returned to his room. He had made the maiden sad by not falling in love with her, but what made Gary sad was the fact that the man of his dreams wasn't sending him any gifts today.

--- **The Howling** The cabin explodes. Not in fire-in *sound*. A howl older than the Veil, older than the Silence, erupts from the locket's remains. The storm answers, the Song answers, the static answers. The Silence screams. The girl watches, her form dissolving. *"Clever. You hid a *heart* in the memory."* Kael's ghost grins. *"Damn right."* The howl intensifies, shredding the Silence, the ash, the false sky. Eden grips my hand as the world dissolves.