Withering Glare Novels & Stories

Me is sTrOnG. He never broke his deadly glare at me after he stopped a few inches away. His blazing gaze should be enough to warm my whole body. Damn—He got a lot of hatred buried in his body. He only stood there, still glaring at me, but closer. I pursed my lips while I fiddled with my fingers because of the discomfort I always felt from being stared at.

Shade yipped beside him, his black-and-red fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in his amber eyes, the glade a sanctuary, the warmth a shared triumph. Mara grinned, her brown eyes blazing with fire, her voice bright, the sunlight illuminating her face, the warmth of the glade a mirror to the joy in her heart, the air thick with their shared legacy, the glade a sanctuary, their bond a radiant flame. “Damn right,” she said, her laughter echoing through the glade, the flame pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight dancing on her face, the glade a haven, the warmth a shared joy. Ember raced around her, her russet fur ruffled, the sunlight reflecting in her amber eyes, the glade a sanctuary, t

The screams of the Whispering Glades were not like the screams of people; they were the sound of reality itself tearing. As Lucien’s white fire touched the silver birches, the air filled with a high-pitched, harmonic screeching. The bioluminescent mist, once a soothing balm, was instantly vaporized, replaced by an acrid, blinding smoke that smelled of burnt ozone and ancient memories. Lucien sat atop his charcoal wolf, his face illuminated by the jagged, white flames dancing in his palms. He looked like a fallen sun, a beautiful and terrible deity of destruction.

It shines with a thousand lights to fight the darkness, a life that embraces the land of the dead. A smile graces my lips as suddenly the collective dissipates, flying almost at lightning speed to all the edges of the glades. I can see the Shifters becoming visibly brighter, as if they themselves had received a breath of life. Very slowly, they begin to disappear, fading into the depths of the trees.

“I think she already suspects something.” “That’s the point,” Gloria said, eyes still half-lidded. “Fear blooms best in people who know it’s coming but can’t stop it.” Under her nail, Gloria had carved a single word into the desk. Vaulisk The sigil for it was hidden in the curve of the final rune. Only someone fluent in Wither-Tongue would recognize it. Which meant no one in this room would. Yet. Elara leaned back in her chair, voice like honeyed poison. “Let her follow the breadcrumbs.”

Still no eye contact. “I’m sorry, were you under the impression that you can just appear after disappearing for two goddamn days and take him home like you’re the fairy mafia godmother of this shitshow?” I snapped. “No. Nah. I don’t think so. You’re not about to waltz in here like you didn’t leave me dry and rotting, like your name doesn’t still taste like battery acid in my mouth.” Aiden and Devin were still locked in their psycho stare-off, glaring like they were both one insult away from a kill. I didn’t even look at them.

She would find her own way, even if it meant walking away from everything she had once hoped for. With a heavy heart, Elara stood up and walked to the window, gazing out at the darkening sky. The garden below was bathed in the soft light of twilight, the roses glowing like embers in the fading light. It was a beautiful, peaceful scene, but to Elara, it felt like a world that was forever out of reach.

The temperature drops and my breath creates a fog in front of my face. The glow begins to pulse over my body like a malevolent spirit. My vision blurs and fades, and a terrible weakness overtakes me. It feels like all the energy in my body is being drained. The oxygen in the room begins to wane. I feel like I’m drowning. I try to reach for every bit of air that I can, but it only gets worse. I’m suffocating, and there’s nothing I can do. The glow intensifies, nearly engulfing my whole body. I take one last life-sustaining breath and gaze into the flaming eyes of my nightmare. The eyes gaze at me in an almost penetrating way. If I can name the emotion coming from the shadowy form, I’d say it'

His lips twitched into a knowing smirk as he looked down at me with his most disappointed glare. "You do't deserve to have a mate. You should be thankful that I am even letting you live after what you did," he lowered to my eye level and hissed in my face. I felt suffocated under the weight of his hateful glare. I wanted to give him a comeback. There were so many things I could say in my defense but for some reason words failed to make it out of my mouth. His baleful glare stripped me off of my confidence to defend myself. Instead tears pricked the back of my eyes.

No chance to win or retaliate without getting burned. Victor... you're truly vile and heartless to your core... Gloria whispered bitterly in her heart. Suddenly, a torrent of painful memories crashed over her like a tidal wave—all the endless mockery, cruel insults, sneering disdain, and relentless emotional abuse that Victor had inflicted upon her over the years. She could almost see traces of her husband's cold cruelty mirrored right there in Lukas's furious eyes, blurring the line between the two brothers in her frightened mind.