Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

I started to have to make sure I was always sitting. "I mean if that's the case theres no point in doing it. I don't plan on wasting all our time just for it not to work." His agressive and annoyed tone had me dropping it because I couldn't argue and tell him he didn't have to help because I definitely needed his help. Half of these things were impossible for me to get. Who even knew that there was lava that never hardened or burned Gods. I definitely didn't and I would've never been able to get down a volcano to get it. "Would this burn a mortal?" I asked as I twirled the glass container that had the lava in it. It was so pretty, the orange and red-orange actually sparkled. I didn't even ge

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

Kael had memorized the words until they were etched into his soul: "A world without friction is a world that eventually stops turning. If the peace becomes a cage, break the glass. If the light becomes so bright that you can no longer see the shadows, remember that growth only happens in the dark. Do not be afraid of the fire; be afraid of a light that never changes." Kael lifted the vial. It didn't glow with the calm, rhythmic pulse of the modern cities. It flickered. It was a violent, jagged silver—a liquid lightning that seemed to fight against the glass walls of its container.

I connected my phone and let the screen glow to life. For a while, I just scrolled—Instagram, texts, mindless nothing—filling Jade in on my apparent life sentence one message at a time. Her rapid-fire responses came through in all caps and rage emojis, which only made me snort softly into the quiet room. Eventually, though, the weight of the day caught up to me. My eyes burned. My fingers slowed. The screen blurred as my eyelids drooped lower and lower, each blink lasting a little longer than the last.

Nothing useful. The windows. Double-paned. Reinforced. Bulletproof. Probably not fireproof. “Antonio,” I said. “Shoot the window.” He raised his gun. Fired. The bullet sparked. The glass spiderwebbed. Didn’t break. “Again,” I said. He emptied the mag. The web got bigger. The glass held. “Twenty seconds,” Leo said. The heat was unbearable. The air was poison. My vision tunneled. Aliyah. _Go._

The personal assistant bowed down his head and walked out of his boss’ room. “What actually happened just now? Illogically and irrationally, the thick, strong and highly-qualified glass could just explode and shatter to pieces. Shit! Shit! It absolutely doesn’t make sense! Moreover, I also lost my golden opportunity to drag my Sumico Baby into my hot embrace!” Back into her personal working office, Sumico was also still shocked, breathless and scared within her great disbelief. “That glass window is superbly strong, thick and qualified. Why could it just explode like that and irrationally shatter into tiny countless pieces as if… as if… as if it’d just been bombarded with a kind of nuclear m

Letting the water heal me. I felt movements after, didn't open my eyes to check though but when I did, i met a bubbling glass in front of me. "I got us wine," he explained, putting the bottle down on the side. Handing me my glass as he held his. "Thank you," I sipped, grateful. Our bodies floating above the water, the calmness and silence comfortable. Soothing as we repeatedly smiled at eachother while floating opposites. After finishing my glass, I struck up a conversation. Pouring myself another drink.

I lunged forward. I slammed my leaden palms against the "Null-Glass," but I didn't push. I opened. I pulled the "Void-Lead" back into my core, creating a massive pressure differential. I felt the heat hit me like a physical wall. The boiling red mercury didn't explode outward; it was sucked toward my palms, drawn by the "Zero-Point" vacuum of the hybrid heir. The pain was beyond anything I had felt in the pits of Lagos. It felt like my blood was being replaced by molten lava. I could hear my own skin sizzling as it touched the glass. The violet light in my eyes turned a blinding, solar white.

She just didn't have the heart to do so. She picked up the bottle and studied it in the dim light. Her vision was beginning to blur. She shook the bottle which was now almost empty before swallowing the last gulp then relaxed into the bathtub and allowed sleep begin to take over her slowly. Some how she felt Omar's arms hugging her around her waist from behind and she cuddled into his chest, holding on to his powerful arms as he pulled her tighter to him.

The bullets struck with a deafening CRACK, but they only left tiny, white spiderweb fractures on the surface. ​"Class 4 ballistic glass," Victoria remarked smoothly. "Designed to withstand close-range explosive overpressure. You can't shoot your way out of this structural trap, Julian." ​"Lyra, the console!" Julian roared, his breathing already growing shallow as the oxygen levels in the vault began to plummet. "Can you bridge the logic gate?"