Glory Character Novels & Stories

In a heartbeat, all the color drained from her face. I looked up and sized her up. In just a month, the woman who used to be so high and mighty—polished down to her last strand of hair—now looked haggard with bloodshot eyes. Her haute couture suit hung loosely on her frame, making her look like a child who had stolen an adult's clothes. Her pride and commanding presence had vanished without a trace. All that remained was desperation. Her lips trembled, and it took her a while to find her voice. "Kieran…"

Gloria shot Vicky a look of sympathy the same way Noah would often look at Vicky. The thought that Vicky had suffered the same fate as her in the past made Gloria feel much better. "I can understand why it's so hard for you to accept this, Vicky...because I was the same way, too. He saved me from that freezer back then, so...he's always been my hero who came to my rescue... Even with all the evidence laid out in front of me, I couldn't bring myself to believe that he was such a horrible person. It wasn't until what he did to me that I finally learned...how naive and laughable I've been."

The pups clung to him eyes wide with fear. Gloria rose one last time her body trembling. "You will not win." She unleashed a final desperate spell. Dark tendrils shot toward me wrapping around my arms and draining my strength. Pain burned through my veins but I pushed harder. My hybrid blood responded. I broke free and countered with a massive blast. It struck Gloria square in the chest. She gasped and fell to her knees. Her eyes met mine filled with fading hatred. "You are a fool for choosing them," she whispered. "The wolves will always betray you."

I don't know if im what she needs right now or not but she can't suffer alone like this. " I probably have no idea how you feel inside but recognize the anger. That is something im familiar with and I don't wanna lose you to it. We will make things right I promise you." " Gloria was... Strong and beautiful but also caring, someone I genuinely loved as a person. All of that seems so superficial of course now but the person she was isn't so superficial. That person was twisted and broken, I didn't see a hint of it in her eyes... A person like her shouldn't have such dead eyes. She genuinely wanted to die as she pleaded with me."

I can't leave the prince alone out there," said Glory, then turned back into a bird in a very fast time. "Glory, wait." Dante tries to prevent Glory but it's too late. Glory has turned into a bird. "Glory, in any form you can never get out of here," said Dante. Glory is seen flying out of the hut. A few moments later, suddenly he was back and standing next to Dante. "I told you but you are very stubborn," said Dante. "I'm just trying," replied Glory.

Harald I breathed hard, watching Glory's face as she held the gun tightly, as if that object represented something sacred to her. It was impossible to believe that this woman, who had once been everything to me, had now become my greatest threat. The intense glow in his eyes was a mixture of deep pain and unhealthy obsession. And that glow was focused on me, asking me for something I didn't know if I could handle. "Please, Glory… You don't have to do this. We both don't need this," I murmured, trying to maintain control even though my hands were shaking and my heart was beating so loudly I could hear it.

His face was getting wrinkled. Brockley was still downcast. He rubbed his face. As much as possible to hold back the tears. "I'm fine, Grandpa. Somehow I can be sad even though I'm not familiar with the Glory Kingdom. Maybe I just got carried away." Then Brockley lifted his face and forced a smile even though his eyes were very red and watery.

She no longer had her pride, but at this moment, she was shining. Patrick's heart beat fast. For the first time in his life, he took a person into his heart! He understood her better now. Gloria was confident, not because her grandpa cherished her, or because she ran the Moonlight Group, or because she was a capable woman. It was because she was born with pride. Harry's handsome and refined face blushed. Gloria's words were not only a blow to his heart, but also embarrassed him in front of everyone!

"I don't care why you're not with my son anymore. You killed him. And it would be best if you were in the same position as well. After that, your good-for-nothing mate will be next!" Swiftly, Gloria launched herself at me, her movements fluid and unnaturally swift. I dodged her initial strike, narrowly avoiding her outstretched claws. Our battle weaved through the ancient trees; each clash sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest. I fought with every ounce of strength, parrying Gloria's attacks and countering my own. But her power was formidable, and I soon found myself being overpowered. Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.

"You weren't confused. You just never saw me as your own daughter." Then I hung up and blocked her number, too. On my fifth day in Kingsley City, Tyler finally returned from tutorials. He was tall and lean, wearing black-rimmed glasses with a slightly shy smile. "Are you Stella Morrow? I've heard so much about you." He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. "My mother insisted I study under your guidance." I asked him directly, "What was your score this year?" "1001." "And where are you aiming for?"