Glory By Tasha Cobbs Novels & Stories

I returned to the pack a ghost. A dead man walking. But I had one final duty to perform. I summoned the entire pack. Gloria would face a public trial at the tribunal. On the trial stage, a massive enchanted crystal flared to life, projecting the evidence for all to see: Gloria’s transaction records with the Shadowmancer Coven, every venomous message she had sent to Hazel, and the proof of every treacherous plot she had orchestrated. The pack's shock morphed into a collective roar of fury.

She rushed straight into the room. From the bathroom came the rush of water. Liam was submerged in the icy tub, still fully dressed in his suit. His cheeks were flushed an unhealthy red, his eyes shut tight. He looked unconscious. A chill crept into my fingertips. In my past life, it had been me—disheveled, pinned beneath him—under the scornful gazes of onlookers, nailed to a pillar of shame. Yet in this life, he would rather torture himself into unconsciousness in freezing water than touch Alexa.

The winds at Victory Pass were every bit as brutal as those at the Southern Frontier. "He keeps losing battles, yet he won't retreat. And those peace talks? He acts like they never happened. What a shameless coward." Barrett set aside his swirling thoughts and replied, "Then, we'll fight until he retreats." "Exactly. And now we've got the six-barrel matchlocks," Glen said with pride. "By the way, do you know who modified those matchlocks?" "Who?" Barrett asked. He had heard the court had sent the weapons to them and had personally tested their effectiveness, but didn't know who was responsible for their design.

The cool breeze drifted across the water, clearing away the heaviness in my chest. Ruby and I set up the tent while Mr. Hayes crouched nearby, starting the grill. Mrs. Hayes laid out marinated chicken wings and lamb skewers one by one. Smiling, she handed me an ice-cold can of Coke. "Here, Stella. Have something cold first." I took the soda, my fingers brushing against the chilled aluminum can. For some reason, my chest suddenly felt unbearably warm. This was what family was supposed to feel like. When Ruby asked me to take pictures for her, I finally remembered my phone was still off.

She embraced her from behind affectionately, touched her tits and kissed her shoulder, saying, "You are so adorable, Gloria." Sonia stood, watched Gloria close her eyes, and shivered at Rubi's touch. After a brief cuddling, Rubi helped Gloria slip into her elegant evening gown, a stunning creation that hugged her curves in all the right places. The silky black fabric with delicate lace accents caressed her skin, sending shivers of anticipation down her spine.

She smiled and concentrated on her performance with more dedication. The performance only lasted for three hours and ended with 'The Moonlight Bay'. It was the song that Gloria was known for, and up until the present, no one could ever surpass her by playing the same song. The entire audience was captivated by the alluring melody. Once the performance ended, the audience left, and a young woman walked over to Tyler before whispering, "Mister Hart, Miss Shaw wishes to see you." Tyler nodded and followed the woman backstage. A few minutes later, Gloria changed and walked out of the room.

"I'm with you, always." But, before we could take another step, a cold laugh cut off or air like a sharp blade. I turned quickly, heart racing, to see Glory step out of the shadows with a cruel smile. "Finally, the three of us are here again to give a grand finale to this dark story we've been living through!" she said solemnly, opening her arms as if she were before an invisible audience.

PEONY CRIMSON'S POV The clearing area on the border of Springwood Forest was the place I chose to train with Gloria. Earlier, Chadwick had offered access to the warriors' training grounds, but I avoided being exposed to anyone. Before me, Gloria wore a sleeveless tank top and long black leather pants. She clenched and released her fists several times to ease the tension in her muscles. Without her usual style, Gloria now looked like a real witch. As long as I knew her, I never really saw how much magic power she had. She only showed me a few tricks, and even our battle with the guards back then was a surprise to me.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

Her face was swollen from severe beating and torture. “Glory, you? You sent assassins to kill me?” Glory couldn’t meet her eyes as she looked at the ground. “How could you? How could you, Glory?” Shola yelled. “I’m sorry” Glory said unevenly, the swell in her mouth muffled her voice as she winced painfully. “Oh, you’re sorry ehn? If you had succeeded in killing me, I’m sure you’d be passing your ‘sorry’ condolences to my family by now,