Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

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.”.

The battleglass was a kind of element who's enchantment was something with a side effect that once it comes in contact with the pressure of the wind becomes null. A crack surfaced the soonest and then shatter due to the pressure from the wind plus the heat burning inside the glass had added to it's non-durability. The bright light and relentless heat burnt the opaque ropes to shreads and the men began to turn to pile of ashes, screaming at the pain and amount of heat burning on their skin. The artificial sun kept going up.above in it's gradual process, half the grasses growing on the field cut ablaze and the air became so hot. Litters and fire sparks flashes in the air, light objects floated

Crystalline water spurted upwards into the blue sky and downward into the hollow space in fours in a straight line. Behind, there was an outdoor fire pit with unblemished white cushioned chairs for recreation as borders. In the fire pit, the Kirkgardes traded tired looking fire logs, lava rocks or wood with elegant well-polished reflective gray fireglass. Fireglasses are recycled glass polished to sin. They sparkle like soft diamonds as yellow flames stained with blue dance lightly on them. It had a fire and ice look that only added to it's beauty.

“The heat required to smelt that much glass... it will drain the Southern Node. My people will be cold for the first time in a thousand years.” ​“Better to be cold and alive than warm in a mass grave, Bran,” I said softly. ​As the council broke, I stayed at the Apex, watching the sun dip toward the horizon. The water was unnaturally calm, a mirror of lead and silver. It was the "Silence before the Sequence." My mind was already racing, calculating the medical supplies we would need for a three-week siege: the blood-vines for infusions, the moss-wraps for burns, and the "Twilight Serum" for the inevitable resonance-shocks. We were building an army out of broken parts, and for the first time,

I muttered to myself, picking up a rod of emerald green glass. I struck the torch lighter. The hiss of gas was followed by the pop of ignition, and then a steady blue flame appeared, adjustable with the valve. I regulated it to the proper intensity—another muscle memory I hadn't realized I'd retained—and selected a mandrel, coating it lightly with bead release from a jar that had somehow remained liquid all these years. Taking a deep breath, I held the glass rod to the flame, watching as the solid material began to soften and glow. When it got just right, I carefully wrapped it around the mandrel, turning continuously to keep the shape even.

The fireplace crackled softly and the air conditioner was in medium making it the perfect room temperature. "The glass was made using the molecular infusion of glass and metal, majorly titanium making it break-resistant. So feel free to jump and walk around, you won't need to surrender your one year salary to get it fixed." He chuckled and sat on a brown couch. "Wow, you are filthy rich," I exclaimed and walked towards the pile of documents and began my search. After twenty minutes of precise and meticulous searching, I found it inside another document and shielding it from view. "Here you go Alex, you can do your boss thing now." I shrugged as I handed the file over and began taking my leav

Neal pulled his hair with both hands urging himself to forget about that. He sighed and stood up from the sofa. Neal poured some water into the tall glass from the jug on the nightstand. The glass didn't touch his lips before― BANG! Neal dropped the glass at the startling sound and the it shattered on the floor, sending its pieces to all direction. Neal put his hand on his hammering chest, eyes wide. What the hell was that!? Gunshot? Neal gulped in fear and looked down at the mess. He crouched down to clear the glass pieces scattered around the floor.

“AAAARRRRRHHHHHH!” The glass explodes. Flames bloom across the wood like fiery vines. Okay. That actually looks extremely satisfying.

Just to relieve the pressure. The moment I unlocked the mental dam, the suppressed energy trickled out until it roared in its full form. A magnificent, blinding spiral of golden-orange fire erupted from my palm, violently spinning toward the ceiling. But within seconds, the heat spiked drastically. The air grew dangerously thick with smoke, the fire was getting out of control, and the golden flames began to crackle with an unpredictable, volatile white light across it. The glass windows of our suite began to darken under the immense smoke and heat.