Glory Novels & Stories

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.

it felt so good to be complimented and admired already from the family, she had almost felt loved or is that too soon to say. "So?" Lorenzo spoke grinning from ear-to-ear, Bella loved his aura, he seemed like a nice person, like the town had said "can we hear something from you bellissima" "Bella" her father corrected "we refer to her as bella" she could see her mother smile turn to a frown from her side but said nothing. "bella then, can we hear anything from you?" Dante looked at her eyeing her to say something. what was she to say?

Glory said, pulling her in for a hug. Three of them have something else going on inside their heads because of her choice of word "bastard" . " But Clara, can you bear to leave him without any regrets ? " Glory suddenly asked. She had noticed that her friend was somehow happy recently when she talked about her husband. Wouldn't leaving him now hurt her ? " Yes of course,why not, " Clara retorted as she, , lightly pushed Glory, but Glory, who was not ready for her sudden emotional push, fell on the pile of flowers. She let out a painful cry when their thorns pricked

“Two steps forward. And success. He slammed his glass down on mine. There was something in his voice, a determination, a fire, that gave me a shiver, but a shiver. good, that ran down my spine. A man with that passion and that drive would achieve what wanted. We tasted the champagne and sighed with pleasure. This is one of my favorites. Fruit, honey, yeast and a touch of heat. Fresh, rich, elegant. Perfect for a celebration. Talking in that... I raised my glass once more. "And this one is for M&M's." May they have a long and happy life together. - I knew that "And this one is for M&M's." May they have a long and happy life together. - I knew that

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.

His look met Mischief’s across my head, and Mischief’s expression was suddenly serious. “I believe it will help,” Mischief muttered. “It’s not easy to turn against those we were raised to admire, follow, and obey.” When Anthony caressed the back of my head, I shivered. “I loved the Glory who took me as her Wing. Unlike others,” I didn’t miss his glance at Mischief, “I didn’t struggle to submit, despite her strictness. Yet I couldn’t abide cruelty to the Fallen who were taken prisoner. On my wing, I hated them as our enemies and on the battlefield, but the way that the Glories played with those who they captured made me question how different we were in truth t

Lyod:: You always have your way with words of glory, I hear my best compliments from you, thank you so much. Glory:: You're always welcome sir. We finished eating and glory cleared the table. Lyod:: (my thoughts) It seems glory is in love with me, can this be true? Her compliments are so touching. I think I love this girl too, should I give it a try? Oh God help me.

My mom used to say, "Fringes stand for standing strong and independent, Becca. Never lose yourself." My vision blurred all of a sudden. I had not shed a tear when they smeared my name, laughed at me, when my love doubted me, or when my daughter turned against me. However, at the thought of my mom's words, the tears would not stop. The world was too big, and then it was just me. The breeze rustled through the fringes, carrying a scent that reminded me of my mom's gentle touch. I wiped the last tear and steeled myself.

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

I dare asked. "Have you heard of Glory Stone?" he questioned me instead. I nodded. A stone that radiats seven colors of heaven from its core. It is said that the Glory stone is the moon Goddess's blessing. And only chosen one gets that. It's a symbol of supreme authority over the entire werewolf race. The one who has it is feared and respected by everyone. He/she is seen as the messenger of the Goddess. However, the Glory Stone was last seen decades ago. "Yes," I replied, confused as to why he was asking me this.