Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

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

In the slums, the copper wires draped over the shacks began to glow. "The meters are melting!" a Syndicate technician screamed inside the Executive Spire. "The heat-sinks are saturated! We can't vent it fast enough!" The Melting of the Black-Glass Malakor stood on his balcony, but he was no longer laughing. The black-glass tiles of his suit—designed to radiate heat away—were beginning to crack. The "Thermal Vacuum" he had created was filling up too fast. "Shut it down!" Malakor roared. "Sever the relay towers!"

Miller reached out a gloved hand to touch the thin, glowing line, but the tech moved with surprising speed, grabbing his wrist. "Don't," the tech warned. "The ambient temperature of that glass line is still holding steady at three hundred and twelve degrees. And here’s the thing—it hasn't dropped a single degree since we arrived forty minutes ago. It’s not cooling down. Thermodynamics says it should be losing heat to the rain and the wind, but it’s not. It’s like it’s still feeding on a source we can’t see."

He smiled bitterly and tears fall from his eyes. He used his power to create glass fire. The most deadly and venomous fire. Only a few were born with this kind of power. Glass fire is the only fire that could kill immortals especially the half bloods. Half bloods are immortals with the blood of the Gods and Goddesses. Spells and other powers could hurt them but it can never kill them. That's exactly the reason why Princess Ana Mae did not die immediately even after being bitten by the most venomous snake. Only the glass fire has the ability to kill them in just a few seconds. The Gods and Goddesses killed the immortals who posses glass fire that's why it's rare to find someone who have this

Item: Basic Fire Bomb Item Level: 5 Item Type: Uncommon Item Cooldown: 1 second (one bomb) 10 minutes (three bombs in 5 seconds) Blast Range: 5 meters Description: A one-time use item that does minimal damage on contact but adds the effect on the target. does flat 50 damage every 5 seconds and lasts for 5 minutes. If used on targets weak to fire, the burn damage is doubled. can be stacked up to three times.

I mutter. The mirror pulses a violent red. The heating elements are failing, the glass spider-webbing under the thermal stress. C-O-M-P-R-O-M-I-S-E-D. One final sentence scrolls across the bottom before the glass shatters into a thousand glittery shards. O-N-E G-U-A-R-D I-S N-O-T H-I-S. I drop to a crouch as the glass rains down. I don't feel the shallow cuts on my shoulders. I'm staring at the empty frame.

The sight of Kaelen walking into the liquid glass was a vision of the impossible. The heat that was melting the foundations of the Blackwood Keep should have incinerated a mortal child in a fraction of a second. But as Kaelen’s bare feet touched the glowing surface, the glass didn't burn him. It turned into a pool of sapphire-and-gold starlight. The "Twin Frequency" in his marrow was rewriting the physics of the courtyard, creating a localized sanctuary of "Genesis" energy that the Sun-Eater could not "Unwrite."

"That's not an answer." "It's the answer I have," I said. He drank from the glass, a long, slow swallow, and set it down. He looked at me and I looked back at him and the fire in the hearth had burned down to the point where it was providing more shadow than light. The orange glow flickered in the reflections of his eyes. He turned the glass in a slow circle, the base scraping quietly against the polished desk.

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.