Withering Glare Novels & Stories

Gloria realized it too late. She rose one final time. Hatred burned in her eyes. "If I fall you all fall with me." The chamber shook violently. Stones fell from above. I gathered everything I had. Wolf power steadied me. Witch fire shaped the blast. I released it toward Gloria. It enveloped her binding her magic. She screamed as her power unraveled. The spectral Elara faded with a sad smile. Gloria collapsed. Her body stilled. Centuries of poison ended in silence.

Alpha Gray's body contorted and writhe, and he screamed out the pain in a mighty roar sending tremors within the fog separating them from the White Creek woodlands. The tremors intensified, and the walls making up the Inverno started to disperse its tiny water droplets and melt away the ice and piles of snow. Marigold was waiting nervously by the blurry curtain of mist that was fading away into nothingness. Then she heard Alpha Gray's heart-wrenching howls. She desperately covered her ears and wept for the loss of her friend. The wall that didn't let anyone in, no matter how hard they tried. Finally, dispersed and rained down in a massive splash of water.

Ten days before the wedding, my fiancée spent over a hundred million to buy Marcus Collins a luxury yacht. So, I silently threw away the matching rings I had once planned to give her. Seven days before the wedding, she spent 50 million dollars to celebrate Marcus' birthday. Thus, I set fire to the photo album that held every memory of our past. Three days before the wedding, she wore the ring I had used to propose, and she kissed him deeply by the sea. Today, I finally chose to step aside. I notified our families and friends that the wedding was canceled, and I personally returned the engagement tokens to the Yardley family. Lowering my head, I said softly, "Mr. and Mrs. Yardley…I've al

Kyara’s POV The glow spread, engulfing the area in its terrifying radiance. It wasn't as warm as the light from the pendant, and it lacked the calm danger of the woman who had just disappeared. This light was piercing, icy, and filled with hate. Victor and Darius instantly formed ranks around me. Their bodies, wounded and bruised, shook with exertion, but their determination remained unwavering. Victor's hand grabbed mine, pressing firmly as if to ground me at this moment.

Kenzo remained silent, though his glare bore into me like intense heat. "What's with the glare, Kenzo? Did I somewhat hurt your feelings?" I said, testing his patience. I waited for him to reply, but he couldn't seem to, so I shrugged my shoulders and quickly made my way through them, bumping my shoulder into his. Before I could get away, I stopped once again and faced him. Kenzo's glare intensified, his dark eyes burning with an intense rage. His lips curled into a thin line as he clenched his fists tightly.

She rushed over and slapped me hard, pointing at the black shrouds draped throughout the house, shouting, “You little brat! Are you insane? Do you want to die? I see you’ve gone mad! “You called to curse your Grandpa into prison, and now you hang these shrouds in the house? What do you think you’re doing?” Sophia, linking her arm with Mom’s, tried to appease her. “Yes, Charlotte, you can’t be upset just because Mom and Ethan went to Moonlake with me and didn’t bring you. “Look at all this is so morbid! And cursing Grandpa… Please don’t do that. Next time, we’ll take you with us, okay? Don’t blame me. I’m sorry…”

“Get out of my sight, I never want to see you again!” A sly smile played on his lips as he gazed at me, his eyes burning with an intensity that made me shiver. I could feel a bead of sweat rolling down my face, but I held his gaze, refusing to back down. Even though I was filled with fear, I glared back at him, refusing to show weakness.

Fury radiated from her size and for some reason, her death glare was partially directed at Ciara, bloodthirsty. The White Wolf. I froze. We all did. The legend I had dismissed. The nightmare whispered about under the moonlight; stood before me. Alive and breathing. Staring straight into my soul. My throat dried. None of us moved, no one breathed. We all stared back with horror. The only sound was her growl, deep and unrelenting, shaking us to our bones. She stepped back a few paces, slow and deliberate. Reclaiming the center of the road as her battlefield, claiming her stance. Her burning gaze found mine; cold, merciless, warning. Her message was clear. For us to turn back.

I murmured, more like luring him to talk. Donald sent a cold glare at me. It was indescribable but enough to make one pee on her pant. I shook my head doubtingly and manage to secure my gaze through the window. I did not want to be wavered by it. I have dealt with a lot more cold glares, evil smirks, and mocking laughs all day long in my life. Therefore, a glance like his wouldn't affect me at all!