Glimwood Tangle Novels & Stories

She got dressed and left the room in a hurry, immediately Andrea walked into the room but couldn't find the lady he was with last night, he left her to go settle some work issues but came back to an empty room, He looked around to be sure she was gone but the spotted blood stain on the bed caught his attention, he stared at it for a while and turned to leave, his attention was drawn to a sparking silver bracelet with heart shape design in the middle with a capital letter G and A engulfed on it, close to the bedside, he picked it up, “this must belong to the lady but where could she be" He stormed out of the room, with four-bodied men waiting at the door, all in black tuxedos, fully armed, He

Tink lifted the other crossbow, closing one eye and taking aim. This one flew true, striking the gem. It exploded in a cacophony of light and sound, the golem crumbling into a large pile of gravel. The others, unperturbed, remained at their post, moving closer together. "Stupid rock fucks," Tink growled, reloading both of her bows. Cecilia emerged from inside the golem's carcass, clearly pleased with the shattered body beneath her.

The crack spidered through the wood, hairline veins that shone silver in the lamplight. “Shit,” Aya said. We leaned in. The pulse made the grain of the table shimmer, and for a breath I thought I saw a map ghosting beneath varnish: a river curving like a snake, a ruined tower circled with that same jagged sigil, a name whispered by the shard — Hollow Oak. The syllables bled away when I blinked, stubborn as a dream slipping from memory. “You’re making it up,” Aya muttered, because her voice had to stave off the seed of fear. It trembled once and then steadied.

I pinch a strip of wildmint between my finger and thumb, smear it along the rim, then breathe a thin thread of light into the metal seam. “Sleep,” I whisper. A flicker of green, then nothing. No hum. No bite. Dead quiet. I jerk my chin. “Cross.” They do, in order: Nythor silent as snowfall; Fenrick with a wolf’s careless grace; Hadrian with an expression that says the log has personally offended him and must be defeated with dignity. The pine groans under him and holds. I pretend not to smirk. Past the gorge, the woods hunker down into thicker shadow. The Split Cedar stands ahead like a lightning struck sentinel, its heart cleaved and stitched with lichen. Wards hum here, my fingers tingle b

A towel was hanging on his left shoulder with a towel wrapped around his bottom. A glass of whisky glistened against the embers of the green flame that reminded him of the encounter he had a few hours ago. I never knew that green can be a compelling color. Randel, an orc that specialized in poisons and who was also Damon’s aid, gulped for the nth time for this evening. He was standing beside the fireplace, his large clawed hands were clasped at his back as he waited for the response of the prince from what he announced earlier—but to no avail, his eyes, that were as red as the cracking of dawn, had only its interest fixated onto the green flame that belonged to the Glutton Family.

The surroundings were light and fresh but after the three decided to join the girl, the temperature dropped to a bit of a cold, awkward, and intimidating setting. "We were here to drink and then saw you guys," Issac said. "It's a girls' time, you are intruding, you know," Scarlett said facing him. "But I wanted to spend some time with my girl," Issac said, making Scarlett sigh as she tried to ignore them and faced Theodore who was simply glaring at the table. "What's with you? Angel twin?" Scarlett asked. She had distinguished the twins as Angel and evil. Everyone knows who was the evil twin for Scarlett.

Davis knelt next to her, his hand hovering uncertainly before he laid it softly on her shoulder. Quiet ly, he murmured, "This isn't over," determination shining in his eyes. "We'll handle this”.

But as I ventured deeper into the darkness, an unsettling feeling gnawed at the edges of my consciousness, a sense of foreboding that whispered of an impending storm, one that threatened to engulf us both in its relentless fury. But as I navigated the labyrinthine maze of the forest, I couldn't shake the feeling that our destinies were irrevocably intertwined, bound by a force that transcended reason and defied all logic. The constant unsettling feeling that grew in my chest, my guts that screamed at me about something being eerily wrong finally proved to be right when I heard a sharp and shrill feminine scream, that echoed in the forest and pierces right through my ears like a blade. Fuck!

He let the flower fall off to the ground. " We should probably head back, it's past curfew," Mark nodded in agreement. The two found their way almost out of the Glam, the scrunch dry grasses breaking into pieces as they stepped on it, making it obvious that vampires were present in the Glam, the tall trees blown a bit by the sudden breeze that swooshed. As they walked, they were highly alarmed, glancing around suspiciously, their instincts sharp, telling them something was following them. Quickly, Talon drew out his sword.

The thick silence enveloped them both like a fog, but no one dared to speak. Blaze just stared at her while a string of thoughts ran through his head. Tessy, the perfect good girl and younger sister to his best friend, Elias, was a drug dealer. Of all things to be, a girl who dealt with all sorts of people using drugs.