Glint Novels & Stories

"Let's finish this." He jumped down from the platform, landing on the ledge between Jack and the exit. Jack stood up. He was cornered. Hurt. Out of tricks. But he was smiling. "You know," Jack said, raising his left hand. "You're right. I am a glitch." He grabbed the Entropy glove and ripped it off completely. He threw it into the water. "And glitches," Jack said as the runes on his arm began to glow with a blinding, unstable light, "tend to crash the system."

The wind whistling at the dead of the night in the woods around the battle ground between Jared and the Expats filled with craters, fallen trees and debris. Dante zoomed to the top of a towering tree, standing he surveyed his surroundings then spotted glowing figures at the scene. A male glowing in sapphire while a female glowing in lemon from the way they glow probably an inhumane then he noticed a little teenaged girl with them glowing in amber with one other male near her in chocolate glow.

A shock collar secured tight on Goldie’s poor neck. Standing up straight, Leonardo places his hands on his hips as he looks at a security camera in disappointment. His bewilderment for the strange yellow glow has worn off. “I thought you guys finally became competent after catching me!” He calls out to the camera, assuming that it has a built-in microphone. He turns to Goldie who was still recovering from a single punch. Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.”

The result is unbelievable, he succeeded to cut off one of Varniant’s feet. “…! What just happened …?” said the ENV-class. “Ah, right …! Every single of the silver projectile is Silver Quill catalyst!” said Cornelio in his mind. Cornelio arrived to back line position. “Give me your Encoded Weapon!” said Cornelio. He needed the GLT-class’s cannon. “What are you supposed to do?” ask the GLT-class. “Hurry up and just give it to me!!” said Cornelio. The GLT-class forced to give her weapon.

Mario's guess was almost always right. It had better not be what he was thinking. He was not ready for that part of his life yet- not that he was ever going to be ready for it. Mario pressed his lips together and nodded in confirmation. Man, it really could be what he was guessing. *** Rays of the bright sun hit against her bare shoulders. She rubbed them quickly with her palms and increased the pace of her feet. Getting to the front of the market, she scanned the whole building to be sure danger was out of sight. From a distance, she could see Temilorun standing behind a roll of racks. They glanced at each other and exchanged winks.

The Strategy of the Glitch They ran to the back of the school property, where the woods met the fence. Elara pulled the yellow pixel out. It was growing, its light turning the surrounding grass into a vibrant, neon-green "Source-Texture." "Rhys said a 'Selfless-Glitch' would crash it," Elara said, looking at the pixel. "The Migration needs us to be 'Users.' It needs us to accept this world so it can use our brains as processors." "What are you going to do?" Julian asked, his voice shaking.

She glanced to the side; Gladia followed Lia’s gaze with a frown. “What is it this time?” Gladia jeered. Light and airy footsteps echoed in the distance, as if whoever owned those feet were walking on air, and then golden light began to shine from Gladia’s chest. It was the pendant — the gold sparkling against Gladia’s white shirt. “What—what is this?!” Gladia’s hiss rose to a shriek, clawing at the pendant as though it had turned molten, burning her. Her fingers tore at the chain, but it refused to snap. The glow only intensified, crawling across her skin like fireflies turning into flames.

" In a flash of anger, she flung the crystal ball at me. Caught off guard, it hit me square in the head, and blood gushed forth. The crystal ball crashed to the floor, shattering into pieces. My heart clenched. I had given her that crystal ball for her seventh birthday. I spent three days perfecting its decorations, setting it carefully on her desk to avoid any scratches, never imagining it would be the instrument of my own pain. Yoana rolled her eyes in disgust at the blood. "Consider this a lesson. Ms. Elaine, taking your tacky bracelet is a favor for you." As she stormed upstairs, my heart plummeted. Seven years of love and labor—all washed away in a moment.

He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared triumph. Lila stood near the monument, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes bright with thought, her lightweight gray tunic embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her leather journal tucked under her arm, her skin lightly flushed, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, stood beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, her amber eyes reflecting the light, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared connecti

He breathes next to my ear. I can smell the hot metal from here. The next minute I feel it searing pain on my skin by my lower back. I wail from the pain and my breath is gone. I see white. He then throws silver powder on my wound to prevent it from closing and healing. I scream louder it burns like hell, he just laughs at me. If it ever heals there will be a scar. I throw up from the pain and my tears are flowing down my face.