Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

I heard his boots hit the mud outside before he disappeared into the thick woods. I did not follow him. The fire reached the edge of the metal desk, the heat rising fast. The glass tubes on the tray were cracking from the intense temperature, making sharp popping sounds. I ignored the smoke rising from my shoulder wound. I shoved my bare right hand directly into the orange flames. My fingers wrapped around the last unbroken glass vial just before the metal tray began to melt into liquid.

Chapter Twenty-Two Alpha Lir POV The glass doesn’t shatter—it just breaks apart in my hand. One second I’m holding a crystal tumbler of aged scotch, the next my palm is burning, filled with red cuts and sharp, glittering pieces. I don't flinch. I don't even feel the sting. "Lir, your hand."

With a practiced motion, he slid the heavy glass towards me, a silent acknowledgment of my desperate request. "Here you go," the bartender said. I noticed the glass. "This?" "Just take it, girl," he motivated me. I hesitated to take the first shot. But I grabbed the shot and chugged it down. "Hey hey! You need to slow down." But he was too late. Almost immediately the liquid burned like fire as it went down, a harsh jolt that seemed to echo the turmoil inside me. My eyes shut tightly. A wave of dizzying warmth followed, blurring the edges of the world around me.

I can't breathe. My eyes rise to his, sifting through, making requests. “This… this says you're dead.”. Ethan doesn't flinch. Doesn't blink. He maintains a steady and serene stare at me. And then, he leans forward. His voice is very gentle and delicate.'". He says, "I should be, Isabella.";". A chill slashes through me. Before I can respond—. BOOM. A gunshot shatters the silence. The windows explode. Glass is a deadly material that falls like sharp diamonds. Why?

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 yanked it back, let the fire collapse into sparks that vanished into her skin. The Glass Twin dropped. With the bridge gone, he plummeted to his own branches. The crash sang out like a bell shattering. “The Tree!” yelled the Auditor from below. “June, look! The trunk!” Where the Glass Twin touched their tree, the silver bark turned glassy-blue. The disease spread—fast—turning living wood dead. “He’s eating us!” Dante yelled. The tips of his own fingers were starting to look transparent, shimmering with a glassy shine.

The heavy slug flattened against the invisible barrier, dropping harmlessly to the floor. "She's right," Vane cursed. "It's a kinetic shield. We can't break it." Saoirse slammed her palms against the glass, unleashing a torrent of violet fire. The flames washed over the barrier, but the Aether-glass simply absorbed the heat, shimmering with a blue counter-resonance. "Tristan," Saoirse gasped, pulling back, her hands smoking. "Two minutes. I can't melt it fast enough." Tristan stared at Vespera through the glass. The Grand Duchess was watching them with the detached interest of a scientist observing rats in a maze.

The wax inside the jar was completely melted into a pool of boiling hot liquid. *I can use that,* my assassin's mind whispered. *If I grab the heavy glass jar and throw the boiling wax right at his eyes, it will blind him. He will drop the dagger in pain. It will give me exactly three seconds to jump out of the window and disappear into the night.* I took a deep breath, tightening all the muscles in my arms and legs under the water. I slowly moved my right hand closer to the edge of the tub, my fingers ready to grab the hot glass.

Brielle swallows hard beside me, and I squeeze her hand just as Jack walks back in with a huge smile on his face. “I think we just got lucky,” he tells us. “My buddy just told me that entire wall was constructed using riot glass.” “Riot glass?” Brielle asks. “What does that mean? Like hurricane glass?” “No, riot glass is even better,” I say. “Hurricane glass is only rated for high winds. Riot glass is designed specifically to withstand objects hitting it – even something traveling at a high rate of speed.” “Like bullets?” “Yep. The glass will spiderweb, but not shatter.”

At this time, the chip received the weight of quicksand and was gradually sinking. “‘F*ck! This is too easy! As long as I get the key, I can pass this level. I can just smash the glass directly,’ Brent thought. “Hey, brother, how did you grow so big? It’s really hard for you. After all, it’s not easy. I’ll just give you some information. Do you see the ‘W’on the glass? That’s the strongest glass produced by Heng Tian Company. Even Barrett can’t penetrate it.”.