Slow Burn Glass Novels & Stories

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

The silence that followed the collapse of the Arch-Logic-Arbiters was not peaceful; it was heavy, pressurized, and sounded like the dying hum of a massive electrical grid. The sapphire fire of the reactor had settled into a low, pulsing violet, but the "Observation Ring" was a wreckage of shattered glass and scorched mercury. I crawled across the vibrating walkway, my "Twilight Glass" armor cracked and leaking a thin, silver smoke. My hands, usually steady with the muscle memory of a thousand clinical procedures, were shaking so violently I had to pin them against the glass to stop the tremors.

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

I press the tip against my entrance, the glass slick with anticipation. It slides in easily, the coolness sending shivers through me. I move slowly, my hand trembling slightly as I guide it deeper. Benson's gaze is unwavering, his satisfaction evident as I struggle to maintain control. "That's it," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "Take it slow. Let me see you enjoy it." I obey, my movements deliberate as I begin to thrust gently. The glass fills me, its smoothness sending waves of pleasure through my body.

Enola had to take her time in the bathroom to freshen up. The bathroom door slammed open, stepping out was the shimmering of the reflective effect of light given to the sun by the moon. As Bruno turned towards the bathroom door, his eyes were in awe. What he saw went through the whole part of his body, just like the relative effect of an electric shock. His body could not behold what his eyes saw and in quick reaction to that, the whole body became strong and hard. The Delilah aware of her doings knew that she had captured everything about Bruno. She came close enough, looked to his eyes and whispered,

“You don’t tremble like the others.” “Should I?” she whispered. “No.” His answer came too quickly. Too firm. He looked away, like he had revealed something he didn’t intend to. Then he handed her a small velvet box. Elara blinked. “What’s this?” “Open it.” Inside was a thin silver bracelet with a tiny flame symbol carved into it. “It’s a tracking cuff,” he said. “But it will never hurt you unless you break the rules.” Elara hesitated. “Does every slave get one?”

- Sunny "We are going now Phil"- Bobby "yes, thank you again"- Phil first, in foremost I've put all the secretly collected flammable stones that I harvest earlier in the furnace and after that I make them blaze, with the help of a small fan shape air blower the flammable stone blaze drastically to an unimaginable amount of heat "woooooaaa! it is too flammable I should be more careful in blazing this rocks"- Phil using the big gravel as anvil I start my work

She wrinkled her brow, unsure what glass was and how she could see her necklace but couldn't touch it since she was touching something else, like a wall. "What exactly is this? Is there a schism here? Why am I able to see it but not reach for it?" Cora spits and glared at the glass, while Sean grinned and moved over to stand alongside her, one of his fingers gingerly stroking the silver scalpel in his lab coat pocket. "Cora, this is laminated glass. Do not attempt anything amusing; it will not work." He grinned and turned to face her. But she was looking blankly back at him as he wrinkled his brows. That homicidal glare returned.

Trevor says as he walks off, acting as though nothing happened. Steve walks around the corner of the foyer just as Trevor leaves. His screen has a noticable crack running along the side of it, causing the happy expression to be disconnected and slightly glitched. Shantal slowly puts her things down and walks over to Steve, standing on her tippy toes, only to see the bottom of his screen. "How on Beta-6 did you crack this? Isn't this glass supposed to be the best? I mean, with your father being the creator of the MAC-enites and all." She says, still studying his screen. Mr. Jameson sighs. "He managed to crack it so much, and the Proton Glass was way too expensive, even for me. So I just start

I turned and drifted slowly toward that bright light. One step, two steps. My body grew lighter and lighter. I grew more and more transparent. I casted all those painful memories, those deep, searing scars, all far behind me.