Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

LIAM'S POINT OF VIEW The glass was still cold in my hand when the room began to blur. At first, I thought it was just fatigue. Long hours, stress, the pressure of running a company while also watching Sierra fall apart after what she went through… of course, my body would retaliate. But then the second sip of wine burned strangely down my throat. Not like alcohol usually did—it lingered, bitter, almost metallic. My brows furrowed, but I waved it off and forced a polite smile at one of the old men congratulating me on the company’s nomination.

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!"

"We adjusted the spectrum to look for organic residue, thinking maybe there was some kind of accelerant. But look at what the UV reveals embedded inside the glass." Reyes angled the lamp sideways, skimming the light across the surface of the burn mark. Under the specialized light, two faint, ethereal shapes appeared. They weren't drawn on the surface with ink or blood. They looked like they had been etched into the very atomic structure of the glass itself. They were translucent, glowing with a soft, pulsing light that seemed to breathe in time with a rhythm Miller could almost feel in his chest. On the left was a symbol resembling a stylized crab: \text{♋}.

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."

It wasn't an iron sphere or a standard alchemical shell; it was a continuous, roaring jet of compressed, super-heated white fire that cut through the harbor mist like a localized sun. The white flame struck the stone pavers twenty paces ahead of the vanguard, and the reaction was instantaneous. The solid granite did not scorch—it melted, turning into a bubbling, white-hot river of liquid glass within three heartbeats. The unquenchable fire rolled across the pier toward the defenders, its extreme heat turning the damp lowland fog into blistering steam that threatened to incinerate every wolf in the basin before they could even draw their breath.

Chapter 54 Set Fire and Burn by Ruth Nalio Alatap… I crested the hill, out of breath, just in time to see Zander fall to the ground. Angelica stood about ten feet away from them, her body covered in brilliant orange flames, wind whipping all around the crumbling city. I opened my mouth to yell for her to run when tornadoes began to drop all over the city. My eyes widened as her orange flames turned blue and white. What little had been left of her clothes quickly burned away, followed by her skin and muscle, until she was nothing more than a flaming skeleton.

This is what I can tell you about what the glass is. It is not absence. People think it is absence — a switching off, a going away. It is not that. You are still there. You register everything. The weight, the cold of the sheets, the sound of the garden outside continuing its complete indifference. You register the specific quality of him — the unhurried thoroughness of a man who has decided something belongs to him and sees no reason to pretend otherwise. You register all of it. What the glass does is hold it at a distance that makes it survivable. Like looking at something very bright through smoked glass — you see it, you know what it is, you do not let it burn you. You file it. You note