Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

The intense thermal bloom Kenji had detected hadn't just warmed the area; it had literally melted millions of tons of desert sand into a smooth, reflective sheet of dark obsidian glass. The harsh African sun glared off the surface, making it look like a black, frozen lake in the middle of a wasteland. "Kenji wasn't exaggerating," Sebastian’s voice came through their earpieces from the Hyperion orbiting above the clouds. "Harper, what do your sensors say?" Harper engaged her mech's advanced optical suite, zooming in on the epicenter of the glass crater. "I see them," Harper reported, her tone turning ice-cold. In the very center of the Glass Sea, hundreds of Ascended cultists were swarming li

Chapter 93: The Fire In The Glass DAMIEN’S POV I stood barefoot on the cold stone floor of my chamber and cradled the heavy crystal glass of dark red wine in one hand while I watched the sun claw its way over the eastern ridge. Orange and gold bled across the sky with such vicious brightness that my eyes stung for a moment. I lifted the glass slowly and took a long sip.

Earis The sun was barely in the sky when an immense amount of heat, accompanied by flames, scorched the glass window, turning it black and melting it before my very eyes. Magnus stepped in front of me, shielding me from the heat as the glass melted instead of breaking, a solid proof of the concentration of whatever had started the fire. My heart thundered in my chest. Skylar snarled inside my head, standing in a defensive pose ready to attack. In one swift motion, he pulled the sheets from the bed and wrapped them around me.

Just this liquid, shimmering like something out of a dream. My fingers tightened around the glass. What’s the worst that could happen? With a sharp inhale, I tilted my head back and swallowed a mouthful. The liquid was thick, coating my tongue before sliding down my throat. It was cool at first, soothing, but then it burned. A sharp, searing heat spread through my chest, like fire licking at my insides. I gasped, dropping the bottle. It hit the floor with a dull thud, rolling out of reach.

Every shift had to happen at the same moment. Sweat stung my eyes. My arms burned with the effort of holding the pattern steady. The crushing pressure of the ocean outside pressed against every inch of the glass, fighting against us, trying to force the cracks wider. Once the pattern slipped for a fraction of a second, and the red light flared in warning, but Theron squeezed my hand and pulled me back into alignment without a single word. Slowly the golden light began to sink deeper. It filled the middle layers of the fractures, smoothing over the sharp edges and binding the glass back together. The groaning grew quieter. The shaking slowed.

Get up. I reached back with both hands and felt around for the glass. Found it. The shard cut into my palm immediately, deep and instant. Blood came fast, running down my wrist, mixing with the fuel soaked into my skin, making everything slippery. I could not get a proper grip. I could not see what I was doing. I kept cutting anyway. Against the rope. Sawing it back and forth. Glass slipping. Hands getting wetter. The fire pressing closer at my back like a hand.

“You’re doing so well. Taking my cock like you were made for it.” Eventually the burn faded into deep, throbbing pleasure. I rolled my hips experimentally and a loud, needy moan tore out of me. “Move,” I begged. “Please, Theo. Fuck me.” He started slow — long, deep strokes that dragged against my prostate with every thrust. The oil made everything slick and smooth. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my ass filled the room, mixing with my broken moans and his low groans. Gradually he picked up speed. The thrusts became harder, faster. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper.

Panic rippled through the crowd, but not a single person stepped forward to help. While holding my breath, I pushed through the chaos and loosened Oliver's collar. "Wake up! Don't fall asleep!" But his pupils had already gone dull. He was too weak to respond. Suddenly, a still-burning cigarette butt droppped nearby and reignited the lingering hydrogen. In an instant, flames shot up toward the sky, and a wave of scorching heat slammed into us. Screams erupted around me. In the chaos, I was shoved and trampled, my wrists and ankles swollen and throbbing.

If she was lucky, one of the thousand fragments of glass would find its way on the drow's neck and slice it open, ending her life right there. The drow's groans of pain filled the manor as her body was assaulted by tiny pieces of sharp glass. A faint glow emanated from the mist where the drow was hiding, and the stinging noise of the flying pieces of glass turned to a soft hiss. Cassana's glass serpent has turned to sand and collected on the floor, like a collapsed sandcastle on a beach.