The Glass Wall Book Novels & Stories

“You don’t know what trap he’s setting. Don’t walk into it alone.” “I walked into Vincent’s world alone. I can survive Malachai.” “That’s what scares me,” he muttered. She walked past him, her heels clicking like a countdown. Midnight, House of Glass, Paris The House of Glass was a modern art installation located in the heart of the city, an angular, mirrored building with walls that reflected the night like shards of reality. The entire place shimmered under the moonlight. Grace entered through the side, her footsteps echoing on the pristine floors.

### Chapter 79: Contingencies The city of L.A. never truly slept. But this part of it— This level— Didn’t belong to the city at all. *** Glass stretched from floor to ceiling, overlooking a skyline drowned in gold and shadow. The room was silent, insulated from the world below—no traffic, no voices, no consequence. Just power. *** Darius Welch stood near the window, one hand resting lightly against a crystal glass of untouched blood. His reflection stared back at him.

It felt like being watched. From the walls. From the glass. From something too old to fit inside a room. The first window shattered. Not all at once. A hairline crack raced across the tall pane overlooking the city, then another, then another, until the reinforced glass groaned and split in great jagged fractures. Wind knifed in, cold and sharp, dragging curtains outward. The noise brought footsteps. Voices. Doors opening. “Althea!” Hiraya’s voice, somewhere down the hall.

There was a glass coffee table and end tables that held expensive looking-vases with fresh flowers inside of them. The walls of this room were glass, like the bedroom, and after slipping on my clothes I walked over and looked out one of them onto the sprawling city at least thirty stories below me. I was still in Manhattan, thank God. If I had my bearings right from the buildings that surrounded us, I’d have to guess I was in the Glass Towers. It was a new, posh and extravagantly expensive hotel that had only opened a few weeks before. I

In one swift move, he brought the rod down on the glass, aiming for the crack Xenos had caused earlier. The crack deepened and several small cracks formed all over the glass box, spreading out like fine lines of cobweb. The glass pieces fell away, crumbling like powder and the dark book was free of its cage. But as soon as that happened, the winds that had been howling stopped abruptly. It was as if somebody suddenly turned off a switch and the winds stopped flowing. We all looked at each other curiously as Xenos slowly peered at the book. “Nobody moves” He ordered when he saw us taking a step forward to approach him.

he says and I raise my brows trying to see where he's getting at. “It will be easy for a wild animal to just crash in” he says, finally gesturing his hand at the word ‘crash’. “Oh come on babe don't start” “But it's true” he presses “look around, everything is made of glass here” I take my time to actually take in the decor and find that he's right. Glass door,glass window,glass wall, glass everything. Everything is made with glass. “Okay and? We're safe remember” I tell him holding his hand.

It can’t be there. Gravel scrapes behind me. I curl my wings snugly against my back, gripping the fence tighter and looking around. I don’t need to see through the fog to know the maze of the tall stone buildings and metal roofs beyond the cobblestone yard behind me—but what moves through them is another story.

He didn't want them and started to become a mad dog again. He kept shrieking as always, not until he could discern a woman walking next to Mr. Bruce in the hallway in front of him. The Wall was made of glass, which the people inside the room can see who or what was outside but a person outside the room could only see a normal glass. His eyes focused on her, thought that he was just imagining or maybe hallucinating, but the moment he realized she was real, his heart collapsed immediately, it was squeezing brutally that he barely kept his composure.

“I don't know if I can, Lea. I am enjoying this too much.” I step through the door motioning for Darius to follow me. The flat is incredible; the entire back wall is constructed out of tinted glass with a view of the forest behind us. My bedroom is toward the back of the house; Ellie and Beths are on the other side of the room. The open-planned living style of the kitchen and loungeroom is perfect. The walls that divide the bedrooms are made of the same glass as the back wall. The only room that is enclosed for privacy is the bathroom. Sandstone tiles are laid diagonally on the floor. The only wall that required painting was the entry leading into my office to and from the packhouse, which h

Inside was a crowd of people who were also there to take the recruitment test. "Wow, I didn't expect there to be so many people who wish to join the ranks of the Wall guards," said Timothy Black. As they were walking inside, there were a couple of people who stood out. "It seems there are quite a few people here who are somewhat excellent. I can feel their power from here." Timothy said. Pulte then answered, "If they were truly strong, they wouldn't have it out in the open." Timothy was both surprised and amazed by how Pulte answered.