Trinity Glassfille Novels & Stories

Mates, magic potions, fur babies… Could we not just skip this part and focus on the academy? “Five—“ Nate started counting down, the crowd joining in. “Four, three, two, one!” He opened the bottle, and seconds later a large cloud of smoke traveled to the dance floor. The music kicked back in, but the fog grew thicker, even reaching my glasses. I could barely see anything, and my attempt to wipe them clean only made it worse. “Trinity!” No answer. “Trinity!” I called out again, but she was gone. Due to the heavy fog, I had lost her in the crowd.

“Silas, no—!” He grips my wrist, his eyes desperate. “Trust me.” We leap into the abyss. --- **The Veil’s Heart** We land in a cavern of living crystal, the Veil’s core throbbing above. Zara’s voice whispers through the walls, faint but urgent. *“The Trinity is a wound. Heal it… or sever it.”* Silas presses his scar to the core. “How?” The crystal darkens, revealing the Trinity’s origin—the First Shadow’s rage, the crow’s betrayal, and *Zara’s light*, twisted into chaos.

Blake Stained glass inlaid with millions of moonstones filters silver hued light across marble tiles as my footsteps carry through the cavernous network of hallways in the temple. It’s a busy day here in the center of the spiritual mecca that both priestesses of the Goddess and the Mystics call home.

Frederick didn’t see anything special about the glass. “I didn’t notice it at first but now when I concentrate my senses I can feel a small trace of energy in it. As long as it breaks, the energy would disperse and others would know something is wrong” Mane explained. “Remarkable” Frederick praised. Mane threw the glass to him and said “Keep it. I’d need you to look into it later”. The older boy nodded and placed the glass carefully into his pocket. Then he quickly went to Selina to help her process the mass killing that had just occurred.

Trinity watches as he lands and then turns around before she turns back to Zane as his hand starts to glow, lighting the room. She looks at him with a slight frown. However, he just smiles and then sends 8 small fireballs in different directions, lighting the ancient torches hanging on the walls. Trinity then walks over to one of the walls, where there are two sets of shackles. She studies them and even without touching them; she knows that one hard yank and they would come off the wall.

"I'll get the adults gathered around the glass house." The glass house, of course, was where Keera and I would begin the first rite of the mating ritual. We would get intimate with the mind to be mated, and if the goddess approved, she would bless us with a pattern on our bodies that would be unique to us alone. I held Keera's hand tightly as we made our way to the Northern border of the pack where the glass house was situated. It stood prominently, its single room and curtains designed to obscure the view while still allowing the pack to bear witness to our commitment.