Vash The Stampede Glasses Novels & Stories

"Viper! Vashi called softly. Viper struggled inside the drawer in the mirror, shaking and wiggling until the drawer suddenly opened up a little, and then he glided out. The maid's eyes shone in shock, her body quivering and shaking as her chest began to rise and fall. Her eyes glistened with tears.

Then he nudged his fist closer to the glass and stopped without touching it. Node blinked, walked up to the glass. “Witness what?” Node wondered. “Huh?” Suddenly, he took noticed a green glowing semblance flowing from Peirce’s fist to every part of the glass. Node eyes widened then the glass suddenly pulverized into nothing including the chains leaving Azra, Aquila and Aguda wondering how was it possible, seeing the teenagers staring back at them back without being chained or with any of the bounty collector’s henchmen among them with a downslide of dried bones in their midst.

"It's shatterproof glass. Top of the line guaranteed never to shatter." Mr. Kawasaki walked to the far end of the room then ran to the window and threw his shoulder into the glass, and they heard a loud pop as the top left corner of the glass pushed outward. Mr. Kawasaki looked up in horror and tried to push off the glass, but that just managed to push it further outward. He stumbled and slid all over the glass as it popped again and Chloe ran to him grabbing his hand just as the glass fell away.

"They tracked the Stain. They're on the balcony." My blood turns to ice. The Rogues. The monsters my mother used to warn me about. The ones who don't follow pack laws. The ones who take what they want and leave nothing behind. The glass shatters. The balcony doors explode inward. Shards of glass fly across the room like diamonds made of knives. I scream, high and terrified...and duck my head, throwing my arms up to protect my face. But Vane doesn't even flinch. He doesn't shift. He doesn't hesitate. He just grabs a silver-plated floor lamp from the corner and swings it like a baseball bat.

The room was dim, stripped of comfort, its only glow coming from the monitors lined against the wall. Adrian sat across from Voss, his hands folded, expression cut in stone. “Are you certain this will work?” Adrian asked, his voice low, controlled. Voss slid a sleek case across the table. Inside lay a set of innocuous objects: a dark jacket, a pair of glasses with matte-black frames, a button that looked ordinary until one tilted it beneath the light. “The glasses are fitted with a 360-degree micro-lens. Combined with the button cam, it feeds a live panoramic view directly into the van. I’ll have facial recognition running, motion tracking, heat signatures. If the spy shows, we’ll know withi

Zheira tried covering her mother, but the glasses just whoosh past her body. “Mother!” she bellowed as the sharp glasses pierced Zayne’s skin. When the mirror collapsed, the room was exposed and piercing screams tickled her eardrums. They were on the corner of the elevated stage. Men were trying to fence Elite vampires below it. “Vladimir,” said Zheira, eyes brimming with tears. “Protect them, too!” But just like the wind, her voice passed unnoticed. She wiped her sweaty palms on her shirt, her erratic heartbeat overruling the noise.

"This smart-glass is rated to withstand a direct missile strike. Explosive rounds will just bounce off." "I know," I said, mounting the Sovereign and kicking up the kickstand. "But it's not rated for sub-ether displacement." Dax grinned. He swung his leg over the Interceptor. "Wolves! Tight formation! We breach on my mark. Drop phase the millisecond we clear the glass. If you drop too late, you'll phase right through the floor and end up in the elevator shaft." The twelve Iron Wolves lined their bikes up along the edge of the sloped roof, pointing the front tires directly at the center of the skylight.

Vansh rubbed his temple and clutched his hairs more roughly in exasperation until "Are you looking for them , vansh ?" Vansh shut opened his eyes and snapped them towards the direction that voice came from and felt like every single inch of his patience and endurance left him by watching her staring there in front of him while staring at his redden eyes with her teary eyes . And his sanity got pushed to it's limits when his furious eyes trailed towards her extended palm where he saw her holding that tiny glass bottle

He didn't participate, merely waited for his precise moment. As Lorenzo was momentarily distracted, wrestling two vampires to the ground and crushing the ribcage of a third with his sheer weight, Vlad moved. He didn't approach the fight directly. Instead, he glided, a motion more akin to drifting on ice than walking, to the front of the car, right where Cassie sat. He peered through the cracked glass, his face inches from the passenger side window. His eyes, the color of frozen ash, met Cassie's terrified gaze.

Each shard of glass, suspended in the air by the force of the energy she had unleashed, began to rotate, spinning like a miniature, razor-edged turbine. Vasili recoiled, his tattered cloak dissolving into ribbons of shadow as the shards sliced through his unnatural form. He did not bleed; he wept smoke, his face distorting into a mask of pure, unadulterated agony as the mirrors”the very medium of his influence”turned against him. "You are breaking the covenant!" Vasili shrieked, his voice fracturing into a discordant chorus. "You are an instrument of order, not a wrecking ball of entropy!"