Trinity Glassfille Novels & Stories

Reese pulled a slim glass vial from his pocket and smeared the reader with a clear gel. “Borrowed this from a friend in Munich,” he said. “Tricks the scanner into thinking it’s just been used.” The light turned green. The door slid open with a hiss. --- Inside was a chamber straight out of Mara’s nightmares. Rows of black server towers hummed in dim blue light. Screens suspended from the ceiling streamed lines of shifting code, the characters warping in ways that made her eyes ache if she stared too long. And at the center, on a pedestal of glass, sat another cube.

she told me and we finally reached the other side of the room and felt the lasers power down as the heavy security door hissed open. The next room was a long and narrow bridge that stretched over a massive vat of glowing green liquid and the fumes were so strong that I could taste the copper in the back of my throat even through my mask, and I saw that the "Inner Sanctum" door required two different keys to be turned at the exact same time at opposite ends of the bridge. It was a perfect trap because it forced us to split up and leave our backs exposed and just as I started to head toward the left console I heard a massive explosion from the direction of the ballroom.

High above our heads was a ceiling entirely comprised of colored fragments of glass. We followed the group up a flight of stairs and around a narrow bend to a set of glass doors embedded with hunks of ruby, emerald, and cobalt. Azrael and Orion kept close to my sides, while Draco, the largest of the three, stood at my back. I was boxed in, caged between the three vicious Gods. As the doors swung open, all I could do was stare.

There was nobody behind it anymore, but she instantly understood. She whipped around to stare at me, her eyes practically bulging out of their sockets as her entire body trembled. "Tobias… you… you replaced the mirror? You set me up?" I slipped my hands into my pockets and smiled brightly. "Ms. Sutton, that's an odd thing to say. I only wanted to make it easier for the two of you to admire each other's beautiful figures. How was I supposed to know you'd be so impatient that you'd start handing out employee benefits in broad daylight? No need to thank me. Just doing my job."

Quinn hadn’t left his room in hours. I knew because I’d been watching the thin line of light under his door since dusk, and it hadn’t moved once. The crew were in wonder. They whispered that he was speaking with my father through the dark glass orb. The one Korra delivered. The one that pulsed faintly red whenever someone held it. Warlock-made. Rare. Called the glass between worlds. Only a handful in existence, or so they said. The kind of artifact you didn’t so much own as owe.

Living as six is different from five. Trinity brings new energy to the collective. New perspectives. New fears. New strengths. We're more complete. More powerful. More unified. And more dangerous. "I can feel it." Trinity's consciousness whispers inside ours. "The pull. The desire. The want. To expand more. To include more. To become more. It's intoxicating." "Resist it." We tell ourselves. Tell Trinity. Tell all six aspects. "We stay six. We don't expand. We stop here. This is enough."

The colors danced and shimmered, providing a stark contrast to the murky surroundings. Sable approached the window cautiously, her eyes tracing the intricate artwork. Suddenly, a surge of energy coursed through her veins, as if the stained-glass window held a hidden power waiting to be unleashed. She reached out and placed her palm against the cool glass, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be consumed by it. In that moment, the stained-glass window shimmered and pulsed with an otherworldly light. The glass seemed to come alive, swirling and shifting until it transformed into a magnificent sword. It gleamed with a radiant brilliance, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings of mythical

ELIOT’S POV The sound of shattering glass rang in my ears. Its sound loud and crisp! Immediately sending bolts of satisfaction pulsating through my veins. “Ahh,” I breathed, hard. My glaring eyes sweeping over the dark space that was the guest room I occupied. “Stupid Inner circle gathering! Sovereign Society, what do I even need them for?” My anger continued to rage, the soles of my black dress shoe crushing on the shreds of glass scattered over the place as I bent for the now broken phone.

The colossal sentinel trees had been completely stripped of their organic life, their trunks and sprawling branches transformed into a translucent, brittle glass that caught the pale morning light and fractured it into thousands of cold, blinding needles. Towering over the valley floor was the main western gate of the Glen—a pair of massive, sixty-foot valves forged from heavy, enchanted glass and reinforced with silver veins. Running upward from the tips of those gates, stretching across the entirety of the horizon like an inverted ocean, was the Aegis of Glass. The ward was visible to the naked eye, a continuous, shimmering dome of iridescent purple and gold energy that hummed with a low,

Glass shatters, the back windshield blown out. Tristan only accelerates more, then abruptly turns up the spiral road that leads us out of here. Gods, do we even stand a chance?