Withering Glare Novels & Stories

"I don't care why you're not with my son anymore. You killed him. And it would be best if you were in the same position as well. After that, your good-for-nothing mate will be next!" Swiftly, Gloria launched herself at me, her movements fluid and unnaturally swift. I dodged her initial strike, narrowly avoiding her outstretched claws. Our battle weaved through the ancient trees; each clash sending shockwaves through the surrounding forest. I fought with every ounce of strength, parrying Gloria's attacks and countering my own. But her power was formidable, and I soon found myself being overpowered. Her strikes were swift and relentless, fueled by a mother's grief twisted by vengeance.

that sought to drain the color from anything they touched. "They want our Definition," Julian realized, his silver light the only thing illuminating the grey waste. "They’re 'Data-Starved'." Elara stepped onto the grey ice. She felt the "Low-Res" fog trying to blur her hands, trying to turn her golden eyes into grey ash. "Then let’s give them a High-Definition lesson," Elara growled. "Drop the puck."

His jaw is iron. “Thorne was the artist who wanted to harvest you slowly and lovingly. The grey ones were the soldiers sent to wear you down. This is the Director’s verdict made into flesh and white plate. When the White-Glow comes for a thing, it means the Director has decided that thing is no longer worth keeping intact. He is not collecting you anymore. He has written you off the balance sheet, and he has sent the instrument that finishes write-downs.” His eyes find mine in the rising white glare.

I turned my head away and refused to look at her. I let go of ten years of love in a single day. Marriages built on benefit never lasted. Jaime stared at me with confusion. “What are you angry about? You agreed to the race yourself, and you were the one who fell off the cliff. I even gave you the drugs, and you’re still making a fuss.” A faint, sarcastic smile tugged at my lips. “Isn’t it possible that Derek drove me off the cliff? Oh right, you trust Derek more than me.”

The dying roars from both the struggling merchants who were caught off guard by the war resonated like a haunter lullaby. Using her enhanced vision, Soleyah saw the crying pups now tarnished with cruelty and dyed with crimson ink as they loitered around the crumbling mobile stores while they searched for their parents. Looking up, she saw the phantoms clashing against the newly arrived griffins—the phantoms wreaking havoc along their way as their slimy-looking yellowish skin glistened under the rising sun while their long swirling tongues dripped with the werewolves’ blood.

Suddenly, the mirror fogged—on the glass, words began to burn in reverse from within the reflection itself. Glowing Words: “BEWARE THE BLOOD YOU HIDE.” Ceres gasped. The mirror cracked.

The light faded slowly. It did not vanish all at once, the way a candle is extinguished or a fire dies. Instead, it receded like a tide, pulling back from the edges of the world, retreating into the barrier where it belonged. The golden glow that had blinded everyone, that had forced wolves and vampires and hybrids to shield their eyes, softened into something gentle, something warm, something that felt like a embrace.

I stepped back in fear as I noticed the rage his now red eyes held. I gulped hard in panic as he looked terrifying, never have I ever been subjected to such an intense and nerve-cracking glare. I felt like my whole body was drained of blood and my legs were rooted to the spot. His cold lethal glare reflected rage, his jaw clenched, his expression dark and intimidating. Finding his gaze unnerving I quickly lowered my gaze. His glare is unbearable if only this ground could open up and swallow me whole; otherwise, I'm sure I will faint at any minute.

The light tore through the forest like a living thing, pure and blinding. The corrupted wolves recoiled, their snarls warping into strangled cries as the glow seared across their twisted fur. The mist burned away in its wake, revealing their bodies convulsing, their blackened veins writhing under the force of it.