Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

Within seconds, a glass was set in front of me, the amber liquid catching the light. I picked it up, brought it to my lips, and downed it in one go.The burn was immediate, spreading through my chest like fire. I closed my eyes for a moment, relishing the brief sting, the way it cut through the haze in my mind. “Another,” I said, sliding the glass forward.The bartender hesitated before refilling it. “Rough night?” I let out a short, humorless laugh. “You have no idea.”

Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that. He sighed and stood up from the sofa. Neal poured some water into the tall glass from the jug on the nightstand. The glass didn't touch his lips before― BANG! Neal dropped the glass at the startling sound and the it shattered on the floor, sending its pieces to all direction. Neal put his hand on his hammering chest, eyes wide. What the hell was that!? Gunshot? Neal gulped in fear and looked down at the mess. He crouched down to clear the glass pieces scattered around the floor.

And now, watching her stand there, he didn’t know if he would survive watching her choose someone else twice in one lifetime. The glass went before he could finish being certain. Raiyan's wine glass didn't just shatter; it surrendered. The stem snapped under the pressure. The sound was a miniature gunshot over the birthday music. Sam was there in a second. "Man—" "I'm fine," Raiyan said. His voice was a masterpiece of deception. Blood began to pool in his palm, dripping off the edge of the table and landing on the expensive carpet with a rhythmic, heavy thud. Zoya turned to look at him, her eyes found him immediately.

"You think I'm bluffing?" "I know you aren't bluffing," Elena said calmly, taking three unhurried steps toward the platform. "I also know that when you bypassed the lead-lined thermal coils forty minutes ago, you failed to account for the condensation gradient inside the glass chamber. The azure fluid isn't absorbing the Core's heat—it’s precipitating into a volatile crystalline salt." Elena reached into her utility belt, drawing a small, slender copper vial.

I could not answer. He hurriedly opened his medical kit, but quickly realized the equipment inside was not enough to treat the injuries to my lower body. He immediately called Sean. "Mr. Lawson! The injured person is your sister! Her lower body is severely hurt, and she's been hypothermic for too long. She needs to be sent down the mountain to a hospital immediately!" Sean's voice rose sharply, trembling with urgency. "I was only gone for a moment. How did Wendy get hurt?" He immediately shouted to his assistant, telling them to prepare a helicopter.

He amplified the vibration of the air molecules in the doorway a thousand times in a nanosecond. He turned a campfire into a blast furnace. BOOM! It wasn't an explosion of shrapnel; it was a directional blast of pure thermal shock. The air in the doorway turned white-hot. The Ice Corpses didn't burn. They shattered. Rapid thermal expansion. When you heat frozen glass too fast, it explodes. The corpses, made of frozen flesh and brittle bone, couldn't handle the sudden shift from -30 degrees to +1000 degrees. CRACK-SHATTER-POP!

Matteo shouted back, and his voice was cracked with tension but he was still dragging his bad leg along the ledge to find a better stone opening. "We don't have any smoke canisters left because we used the last pair at the highway bridge, so just hold your breath and fire blindly through the gray sheet before that machine gun starts spinning!" I yelled as a burst of tracers punched through the rotten timber ceiling and sent a shower of burning splinters down onto our shoulders. The southern shooters were using special phosphorus bullets that caught the dry wood instantly, and within two minutes the entire eastern corner of the old roof was crackling with a fast orange fire that was dripping

I staggered and Pelin caught my arm. “Follow my lead!,” I said. “We can do this!” I met her eyes and I knew she felt it. We drew the heat in, the pain, the exhaustion, the fear. We did not fight it. We let it shape us. The sand beneath us began to melt. “Sunburst Core!” we cried together. Light erupted from the ground, ember-golden and blinding. Heat surged outward in a roaring wave. The sand fused into glass beneath our feet. Leo screamed as the flames and shards hit him. Scorpio shrieked as the light burned through his armor.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes father." I chuckled and helped her to sit up, she took the glass beside the night table but I snatched it before she can't even drink. She frowned and looked at me. "You're in a fragile state, let me help you." I said and bring the glass close to her lips, she parted her lips waiting for her water but I remained in my place, I couldn't move. She was so damn hot with her mouth open, waiting for my dic- Fuck, Blaze it's not the right time to think about this.

His hand pressed gently against the cold glass of the window, before sharply recoiling in pain. His amber coloured eyes peered into the darken room and scrutinised the window that bared his way. Ever so slightly etched into the wooden frame and glass panes were faint runes that no mortal eyes would be able to perceive, even if they had been looking for them.