Glint Audiobook Novels & Stories

“We sit in their cages.” “Look, Mr… whoever you are. I appreciate the nostalgia trip, I really do. But unless you’re here to slip me a file baked into a cake, I’ve got a twenty-to-life timeshare to get back to.” “My name,” he said and the room seemed to get colder, “is Lucius. And I am a liaison for The Glimmer.” Oh. Shit. The name hung between us. The Glimmer. The secret government of our secret world. The folks who made the rules we actually had to follow.

It slashed through the night sky, sweeping a terrifying force toward them. All three of them were subjected to extremely oppressive forces. When the blade glow was blasted at them, they all spread out into the area. The cave was split apart by that blade’s glow. A loud bang was heard, followed by the rise of a black light pillar into the sky. A black book was seen flying into the sky while trapped in the pillar. “The Glinting Tome!” The trio spread in the area soared into the air as soon as they saw this book. Tyr appeared at the crucial moment with his body surrounded by the golden runes. He turned into a stream of light as he rushed up to the tome.

Stop causing a scene. I massaged my aching eyes and said to him with a steady voice. "This isn't a scene. I'm calmly telling you that I'm done with you!

I write not only for myself, but for you too! To continue Hollis and Whitney's adventure through life, be sure to check out "Not All Who Wander Are Lost", the sequel to "Not All That Glitters."

Started to melt, flowing up the Auditors arm like oil. CRACK. The white gold book broke in half. The pages did not fall. They turned into a cloud of dots that got sucked into my right eye and deleted. The Auditor stumbled back its coat falling apart the numbers on its fabric turning into nonsense. "The thing we were looking at... Is gone " the Auditor whispered, its line fading away. "The Bank... Says this place is a loss." With a sound the Auditor turned into a pile of harmless silver dust that covered the floor like frost.

Chapter 7: The Crown of Ashes The echoes of the collective howl lingered in the air long after the last wolf silenced its cry. For Audrey, the world felt strangely quiet, as if the heavy veil she had lived under for twenty-one years had finally been lifted. The golden light that had radiated from her skin receded, leaving behind a humming warmth that settled deep in her marrow. It was no longer a frantic fire; it was a steady, rhythmic pulse that felt like the very heart of the earth.

Then, one morning, as the first light of dawn touched the clearing, something happened. The deep thrumming stopped. A profound silence fell. The Echo-Workers looked at each other, worried. Had they failed? Had the Glimmerfall faded away completely? Then, a new sound began. A soft, chittering, bubbling sound. Like stones tumbling in a stream. The dark cracks in the waterfall of light began to glow, not with the old, steady light, but with a new, playful, golden light. The entire waterfall shimmered, and then, with a sound like a thousand wind chimes, it collapsed.

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

Its echo chased itself around the chamber, out of sync, like three different versions of the same audio trying to play at once. The floor trembled, walls humming in a teeth‑aching whine that made my boots vibrate. I staggered, catching myself on Jax’s arm as he grabbed for the nearest non‑shattering frame. “Is it bad that I find this reassuring?” he yelled over the noise. “Because watching the murder‑AI glitch is doing things for me.” “It’s not supposed to do this,” Tamsin breathed, knuckles white on her seat‑back grip. “This isn’t—this isn’t—”

“It's so funny, you know. That just as your hand glows, chaos descends on the pack house” My stomach churned violently at her taunting words, but I took a deep breath, forcing myself to maintain my calm demeanor. I held the relic closer to my body, my palms tightening once again as though if I released even the slightest grip I would misplace it. I tried to hide the faint glow shimmering from it from the eyes of everyone present. I cleared my throat and spoke up, not bothering to spare her any glance. “Well…under the firelight everything literally glows” I replied, my tone calm and almost nonchalant, trying to sound bored by her taunts.