Trinity Glassfille Novels & Stories

At the station, an officer placed a transparent evidence bag in front of him. Inside was a small, delicate silver pendant. It was the one he had personally put around my neck when I was five years old. He had said it would keep me safe for the rest of my life. The pendant was still there, but I had already become an icy, lifeless body. Sean's face turned deathly pale. His hand trembled as he picked up the pendant. "No, that's impossible… It can't be…" he muttered under his breath. The officer expressionlessly handed him a document.

“And not just by me. There’s someone inside this clinic who doesn’t want you to remember. They erased Jonas’s footage. They altered his file. They’ve tampered with yours too.” Mila swallowed hard. “So what now?” He met her gaze. “Now, we find out who.” Mila looked at the intake form again, and then at the red smear still faintly staining her palm. Then, softly, “They told me the glass would show me the truth. But all I see is blood.” Adrien stood. “Maybe it’s time to stop looking through the glass…” He reached for the file again. “…and start breaking it.”

Of course, they did. The hall outside Salle C opened onto a long arcade of stained-glass windows. The late afternoon had slipped toward evening, the light fading from washed-out gray to bruised color. Sun slanted through the glass in bands of red, gold, and blue that painted the stone walls and the polished floor in shards of borrowed fire. Her muscles hummed from the fight, a pleasant ache in her arm where the foil had bitten into her grip. She could still feel the ghost of Noah’s shoulder against her chest. The sharp, ugly sound he’d made when she’d turned him.

a jagged, broken transmission that felt like fire in my brain. "The Lead, Zora. Don't use it as a shield. The glass is 'Null-Glass'—it feeds on energy. If you hit it, you just give it more power to cook me. You have to ground it. Use the child. The heir is a vacuum. Open the gates."

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.

Trinity will be listed as ongoing for at least another week as I make these edits, but this is the last post. 2. The prequel “Trios: Beginning” will be coming out on GoodNovel the week of September 12th. I will be posting information (character sketches, sneak peaks, etc.) on my I N S T A G R A M. Feel free to follow me at owlonmywrist.

He jerked the control sticks, trying to bring the rotary cannons up. It was too late. Tristan landed on the reinforced glass canopy. He didn't have his rapier drawn. *Open the gate,* his mind commanded. *Just a sliver.* He visualized the heavy iron vault door in his soul. He turned the wheel one millimeter. The crack opened. Tristan slammed his bare palm against the reinforced Aether-glass. He didn't use kinetic force to shatter it. He used the Void. He sucked the thermal energy directly out of the glass in a microscopic fraction of a second. The sudden, absolute drop to absolute zero caused the molecular structure of the glass to catastrophically fail.

He then handed him the plate of biscuits and they started eating "The glass of choice is an ancient possession Xavier. It is magical, mysterious. That is why it is extraordinary meaning that it only cracks for a reason and after that it heals getting itself ready for its next ceremony. By the time we choose a betrothed for the next king, the glass of choice will be already in good shape." Xavier sipped on his tea his gaze shifting from Zuri to the glass of choice then back to him

CHAPTER FIFTY SIX Rodri's POV Trinity picked up one of the wine glasses, twirling it before taking her sip through her blood red lips. Her dark eyelashes fluttered close as she let out an appreciative sound. “Hm. The wine tastes great.” She looked back at me and smiled, “Why don’t we have a cheers, to being on speaking terms again.”

She set it dead center on the desk. "The divine will see his sins," Veda muttered, looking at the glowing, milky stone. "But a god's judgment is slow. We need swift consequence. His soldiers must see the horrors he committed on the Whisper Wind land with their own eyes. We need a prism to project the memories. Glass born of this house." Fennigan looked at his brother. "Jax. The ballroom." Jax sprinted out of the study, his boots echoing frantically down the long hallway. Less than a minute later, he returned, breathless, clutching a massive, fist-sized teardrop crystal of antique cut glass ripped clean off the center chandelier.