Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

The almost transparent needle directly pierced into the glass surface with engravings, it was as simple as piercing into a piece of paper. “Ah!” “Oh my god!” Countless exclaims sounded at the scene. The power of this bone needle had shocked countless people. Well, the glass surface looked extremely sturdy and exquisite at a glance. It was made of tempered glass with a thickness of five or six centimeters. Even bullets might not be able to penetrate it, yet this needle of a finger’s length pierced through it right away. Meanwhile, Alex narrowed his eyes. The moment the bone needle pierced through the glass, he felt the fluctuation of the unique energy on it.

He remembered clearly one of the ways to have glass from sand. Now Sethlzaar grew wary. The caution he had almost lost from his trust in Cenam returned with a foreboding. For sand to be glass there has to be a massive amount of heat, he remembered. In this case it was so massive it took tree, stump, and root. "What could have done it?" Narvi asked, kneeling before another patch of glass as wide as would be expected of a large tree. It was odd to know there had once stood a tree there.

If I attacked the droid, Vane would pull the trigger instantly. *There has to be another way,* I pleaded in my mind. *Show me!* And then, I saw it. A tiny, hidden detail I had missed before. Beneath Vane’s desk lay the main fiber-optic conduit supplying power to the observation room's glass windows. The glass wasn't ordinary window glass—it was high-density smart-glass, held in place by an intense magnetic field. If the power conduit suffered a sudden voltage spike, the magnetic field would collapse, causing the massive glass panes to implode outward into the low-pressure atmosphere outside the tower.

The cube wanted out. Bullets stopped. Silence fell, thick and unnatural. Then footsteps echoed. The woman stepped into the half-light, flanked by two operatives in matte-black armor. Her eyes glowed faintly, not with tech but something older, colder. She smiled at Mara like greeting an old friend. “You’ve seen it, haven’t you?” the woman said softly. “The fractures. The truth between the glass. That’s the shadow reaching for you.” Mara’s chest heaved. “What do you want from me?”

Celeste’s reaction was measured but unmistakable. She sat behind her broad desk in the early morning light, the heavy curtains only half drawn, allowing a pale wash of winter sun to seep into the room. The flash drive Evelyn had delivered was connected to her private terminal, its small metallic shape out of place against the polished surface. On the screen before her, lines of data scrolled by in silent testimony, each figure and account number layering into something far greater than simple financial movements.

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.

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.

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.

His face softened as he watched her think, and when her furrowed brows were replaced with wide-eyed realization, he had to look away to press back a smile. Toby tapped on the thin broken glass as he got the ball rolling, “So, instead of putting the tungsten wire in the bulb like a normal lightbulb, they lined in along the internal wall of the glass. With the heat accumulated from an extended period of the bulb being lit, it cracked the glass.” Phelton then continued, “When the glass broke, the light went out and the substance inside got out.”