Glint Novels & Stories

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.

* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision. --- **Selene’s Light** The creature falters as my glow brightens. “You’re not her,” I say, rising. “You’re just my fear.” The mirrors reform, reflecting not the past but the present—Silas’s determination, Ryland’s grief, the pack’s hope. The creature shrieks, dissolving into smoke. The golden shard floats into my hand, its warmth a balm. The golden crow caws. *“One down.”* ---

“You are not lost. I know you’re fighting—please, let my light guide you back.” The force within her grew stronger by the second, and the glow around her intensified. It spilled over into the corridor, weaving a shield of radiant energy that pushed back the oppressive dark. Slowly, the wild tendrils of corruption that had begun to coil around Magnus’s form seemed to hesitate, recoiling as if in the presence of something pure and unbreakable.

Ryu went out of his room and is struggling to open his eyes to the brightness coming from the windows. Ryu likes to sleep in the dark since he usually starts sleeping after sunrise. He went to the monitor and asked who it was. "Good morning. Sorry to bother you this early. I'm Yuka, you're new roommate. I tried calling Nato since he was supposed to take me here, but he wouldn't answer so I just went straight to the address that he gave me." How irresponsible can Nato be at this point? It was his idea to drink all throughout the night not thinking that he made an arrangement with Yuka the next day. Ryu tried to get a look at Yuka from the monitor but could barely see a glimpse of her from whe

The green glow seemed anything but lucky. If Cameron found it distasteful, she'd have one more reason to divorce him. Cade frowned. Lucian had awful taste. Indeed, one couldn't expect much from Lucian's gifts. Lucian had a look of consideration. "It glows in the dark. You won't have trouble seeing the time when you're out and about in the dark. That way there won't be a delay in operations." "... I didn't know it could glow." Cade couldn't help but splutter expletives.

AVA Without another word, Hunter moves swiftly away from the lockers, passing by his two friends whose names I'm guessing are Preston and Gomorey. They had been gawking at Hunter with a mischievous grin playing on their lips, and Hunter didn't waste a chance to shoot them both with his penetrating glare. I noticed their pupils retrench as they stared at him, meaning they were conversing with each other through mindlink. It was brief, lasting a couple of seconds before Hunter turns left and straight down the now-empty halls.

Then the marks appeared. Not faint, not hidden—they blazed. Nalini’s twin mate marks flared across her skin, glowing with a pure, silvery light that matched the moon’s own radiance. Myron’s and Timothy’s marks responded instantly, their own glow intensifying as if feeding off hers. The room gasped collectively; whispers erupted, rippling like a tide through the crowd.

Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously. Suddenly something clicked open in my mind, like a window shutter. Suddenly I could hear Alexander's thoughts, filtering into my own head like sunlight through that open window, the thoughts directed at the snarling wolves in front of him. Touch her, and I'll tear you apart, he seemed to say. Then he turned his regal head to me. Get behind me, he said through the wave of thoughts, and my eyes widened. "What?" I whispered. Get behind me, Elaine. Now!

The chandelier above the ballroom of the Silom Gala was a sprawling, glittering spiderweb of glass that looked, to Pim’s hyper-focused eyes, exactly like a neural network. She stood on the balcony, the taste of cheap champagne metallic on her tongue, her eyes darting between the real-time ticker scrolling across her augmented reality overlay and the slow-motion, opulent decay of the city’s elite below.

★𝕽𝖎𝖝 Stepping onto the crystalline floor of the City of Glass was an exercise in absolute control. The entire environment was built on a geometry so flawless, so precise, that my own Ice-Discipline, which I prided myself on, felt rudimentary and rough by comparison. The Luminar communicated with geometric probes beams of pure, focused light that mapped every element, every memory, and every thought for imperfections. They were not hostile, they were simply seeking absolute data.