Glitter Characters Novels & Stories

Aldrin asked as he scratched his head “One of the duchesses has made an order for 6.” “Okay.” Mira nodded. Aldrin handed her 60 gold coins. “Do you have glittering pieces that I can use for my work?” Mira asked without confidence. She had seen the stuff in her previous life, but she didn’t know what they were called. Aldrin took her around to the sections where he had all things sparkly. Mira looked around before spotting what she wanted, the copper-colored reflective bits of metal. “This…. I want this…” Mira pointed excitedly.

Very still. I look up, and I can see a clearness in those azure eyes I’d never noticed before – an openness and an earnestness at odds with Alastaire’s usually cool, flippant, devil-may-care demeanor. He’s staring. Watching me. Intently. “What?” I say. “Have I got something on my face? Apart from glitter I mean. That was Jamie’s idea, she did my makeup tonight, and she just loooves the stuff, although you’re not really in a position to judge, everyone’s seen that pic on your i*******m where they painted you head to toe on gold glitter for some charity event, being a super famous celebrity must be hard, especially when you get glitter in your buttcrack to help Cure Lymphodemia by 2018, it’s s

"You think brute force can override the central bank of the universe? I am the Manager of the Mint! My capital is infinite!" Arthur clapped his hands together. The sound echoed like a gavel striking a block of solid platinum. From the depths of the shimmering vault, the Mint's internal security protocols engaged. Four towering figures marched out of the blinding light. They were "Gilded Arbiters"—twenty-foot-tall golems forged entirely from compressed, solid bullion and animated by the souls of bankrupt cosmic warlords. They wielded massive hammers shaped like balancing scales, each swing capable of adjusting localized physics.

Pixie growls and she sends me to the dark corners of her mind. Varla scampers to her feet, quite shocked. Standing in the same spot, a circle of light forms under my feet and my skin begins to glow with sparkling dust. My shimmering silver blonde hair loosened from the elastic that bound the ponytail and cascaded in the air. Varla becomes confused and the crowd gasps and murmurs in awe.

The Architects' murmurs were drowned, swept aside by a single deep resonance. The corrupted numbers stopped, their advance spasmodic and bewildered. They recoiled away from the golden radiance, which was incinerating their shadow-forms with a searing explicitness. "He's fighting them!" Gloria panted, amazement in her voice. "He's fighting them using the raw energy of the Lode!"

Slightly frustrated by his shortcoming,he divided some of his aura that was mixed with his will and make it enter these shiny thinks that are like fireflies hovering around him that were and still two creature that can make anyone shit his pants with their skinless and huge ten meter tall and four meter wide bodies, and eyes like soccer balls that can turn around like a lizard starving looking for food, with jaws that can devoured a cow in one fell swoop, with fangs like spears hanging in their mouth hangry to stab something, anything that can move. Through one of those flickering lights, a dazed old man, he walks like drank fool after a miserable missed up day of bad luck , yellow sands f

Leonardo clicks his tongue and mutters under his breath, “Can’t believe I lost to this. How embarrassing.” “The man in orange is bad, Goldie. You need to punish him, or else,” The voice from the speaker says in a reprimanding manner, almost like scolding a child. Goldie groans. He staggers as he tries to stand up straight. Leonardo watches him with his guard up, steadily walking backwards. He wasn’t sure what they were planning with Goldie, but it does not look appealing.

She pulled herself out of the paper, her eyes glowing with a fierce, ancient light. "Thank you, Hazel," the woman said. She looked like the Queen from my Gilded Academy story. "We’ve been waiting for someone to break the spine of this book." Behind her, hundreds of other characters began to crawl out of their books. Werewolves, Alphas, Mafia kings, and fallen angels. They weren't puppets anymore. They were a riot. "The characters are free!" Elle cheered, her body turning solid again. But the man at the desk didn't look defeated. He started to laugh at a high, terrifying sound that made the library walls crack.

After he laid her gently down on the floor, he traced the source to Gladdy’s room. As he opened the door, it was the same scenario as from the pent suite. The crib was burning, but Gladdy wasn’t crying. Niquel neared her to inspect. His princess was fast asleep, scale-like skin shimmering in gold as fire spread around her. It was too early for a repeat. Gladdy might be manifesting her powers faster than normal. X