Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

The heat was unbearable, the Sol-Ether bubbling as it sensed a predator. ​This was the "Slow Burn" at its most lethal. Caleb looked down through the glass and met the golden, inverted eyes of the King. He had to sever the three main sun-glass tubes, the ones pierced directly into Alaric’s carotid artery and chest in the micro-second between the sphere’s rotations. ​Caleb took a breath that tasted like fire. He swung. The Eclipse Blades didn't just cut; they deleted the matter they touched. Blink. The first tube vanished into shadow. Blink. The second.

“Since this was created by Sarah’s shifter magic rather than a more standard source of extreme heat, it appears to have taken on some of her magic. Because of these multicolored beams, I have been referring to it as prism glass, although I would be amenable to a different term.” “Prism glass,” I murmur, watching the rainbows dance and arc as Arnold turns the piece around. “Very cool,” Nash says. “So, we should bring it back with us?” “I don’t know how much there is,” Arnold says, pointing to the ground. The puddle isn’t round, but forms a sort of branching pattern. It was one of the smaller, thinner branches near the edge that Arnold snapped off to grab his piece. “We may not be able to haul

He didn't have much time. Jack ventured another glance back through the window. This time the office door was closed and dark. The light from the hall gleamed beneath it, reflecting off the tile floor of the office. He bit the middle finger of one static suction glove, removing it as he pulled his head to the side. He lay the naked hand against the cool glass and summoned the hot fire that coursed through his DNA. The glass started to glow red, orange, and then white hot. It melted away from his palm. He continued until the hole was big enough for his body and then pulled himself easily through. The noise canceling tech masked his movements as the molten glass dripped on the floor.

Inhaling deeply, a mix of curiosity and trepidation filled my thoughts, yet my determination to proceed with my experiment remained steadfast. If Sebastian possessed an extraordinary ability to heal any wound on his body, no matter how deep or severe, then I too must have it. With a steady hand, I raised the glass to eye level. It shimmered in the sunlight, its delicate surface reflecting my apprehensive expression. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. This was it. I had to know if I was like Sebastian Without further hesitation, I tightened my grip on the glass and brought it crashing down onto the tiled floor. The sound of shattering glass filled the room, echoing through t

I'm really happy that you're defending me, Estie. The sound of glass shattering broke through the moment. Tristan had crushed his wine glass, and blood was dripping from his hand. "I'm hurt, Esther." "You should go to the hospital," I replied coldly. "Come with me." He looked at me with pleading eyes. "You hurt your hand, not your legs. You can walk. All I can do is call an ambulance for you." Upon hearing that, he forced a bitter smile. "You really don't love me anymore. If you're willing to turn around, we can get married right away. Give me one more chance, Esther.

that had allowed a human to become a wolf. I landed on a platform of flexible, obsidian-glass that felt like a giant’s fingernail. My sunset-gold fire was instantly dampened, replaced by a cold, clinical glow that emanated from the Surgical-Grid in the ceiling—a network of silver lasers designed to map the "Too Much" energy in my marrow.

I pressed my head on the glass and I felt something in my heart tearing. The glass turned transparent after counting thirty seconds. Felix made another ball of fire and bounced it around like nothing happened. Nax turned to me and I felt my heart snap. Felix shot up, pushed his hands through the glass like it wasn't even there at all, grabbed Nax by his collar and pulled him into the cube.... Felix's hands turned red and I could feel the pain that Nax was feeling as Felix's hands burned his skin, melting into his neck.

The magic slammed against her teeth like it wanted out through her mouth as much as through the cracked windows. Hols. Her vision blurred. A pulse rolled through the penthouse. The remaining windows rattled. Somewhere, another pane cracked. The chandelier dropped half an inch and stuttered to a stop, as if held by an invisible hand. Then, slowly, the wave receded. Not back into her. Away. Like something tugged. Like the thing in the glass had been disappointed but not denied. Althea sagged. Her hands hit the floor. Glass dug in.

It was an environment built to ignore the harsh realities of the White Mane Pack territory. But when I looked toward the expansive windows, my breath hitched. The massive panes of ballistic glass—designed to withstand high-explosive impacts—were currently being eaten alive by a thick, jagged layer of frost. This wasn’t normal winter condensation. The ice crystals were creeping across the glass in aggressive, fractal patterns, pulsing with a sickly, pale-blue luminescence. It looked exactly like a self-replicating malicious virus, physically consuming every residual joule of heat in the room.

“Well, I need to know how it works because maybe at some point you'll need my help and I'm going to know what to do if that happens, Jake. You are my friend, right? Friends help each other.” I had to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat after hearing her saying that. I never imagined it would be so easy for a seven-year-old girl to handle me the way she did. But it shouldn't be hard to believe, because whenever she looked at me with those big blue eyes or grinned at me, all I could see was Vivienne. I was definitely in big problems with this couple of blondes. “Well, this is my silicone sock, it's special for prosthetics,” I started to say, before leaning to my bedside table to grab