Withering Glare Novels & Stories

I tripped out. As I turned my glare, his face became clear enough for my vision, as the bright moon shone in the woods with full force, flashing a heavy ray of light on his face like a blast. I winced, my eyes squeezed shut, yet hallucinating. They shot open again after a few seconds. Alpha Grey..? Alpha Grey..?? Alpha Grey..???

I could feel it surging through my veins like fire. My eyes burned. Actually burned. Aisha’s expression changed suddenly. “Oh no.” Krager crouched beside us. “What?” “Her eyes.” “What about them?” “They’re glowing.” Krager leaned closer. His expression hardened. I could see the reflection of my own eyes in his. They were glowing. Bright. Gold. But not the normal glow of a wolf shifting. This light was stronger. Brighter. Almost… unnatural. The Darkbreed I had attacked finally scrambled away across the dirt, clutching his throat.

I tripped out. As I turned my glare, his face became clear enough for my vision, as the bright moon shone in the woods with full force, flashing a heavy ray of light on his face like a blast. I winced, my eyes squeezed shut, yet hallucinating. They shot open again after a few seconds. Alpha Grey..? Alpha Grey..?? Alpha Grey..???

The crowd felt their whole body become cold, and they broke out in cold sweats. "How audacious!" Declan shouted, took out an ancient mirror the size of two palms, and pointed it toward the black cloud. In an instant, a dazzling brilliance appeared on the mirror's surface, comparable to the light of the scorching sun. The light surged out of the mirror, quickly spreading out as a huge roar erupted. As soon as the fiery glow touched the black cloud, all of the faces on the black cloud began to melt like candles while hoarse wailing erupted, and it sounded as if a real person was being roasted on the fire.

Or avoid his gaze for a moment as if looking into his eyes was too much and they need a breather. And here's the most shocking part, even Alpha Ryder himself is affected. A few times I caught Alpha bowing ever so slightly whenever Zannicus directs his infamous glare at him. I could also see the frustration and inner turmoil through Alpha Ryder's eyes. To an untrained eye, or just anyone not that observant, it would unnoticed but I saw it.

Then, like tiny cracks breaking across glass, the whispers begin. Hidden. Half-swallowed. Still loud enough to press against my senses. “Is that Aria…?” “No Clara look at the eyes ” “It’s both. It has to be both.” My heartbeat flutters if you can call it a heartbeat anymore. The younger warriors lean in, wide-eyed. “Bro she’s literally glowing.” “Shut up!” “No you shut up, my wolf is literally rolling over!” Behind them, older warriors bow too quickly to control. “I felt my knees go weak did you feel that?”

The rain stopped falling and the sun shone bright above the ruins of Cumoreen. The streets were soaked with the remnants of what had been. Scales glinting like broken glass, charred banners fluttering weakly in the heat of ruin. Amid it all, Ligon walked. Barefoot, shirt torn, he had let the wolf skin fall from him, now he stood more human, Glacy trailed beside him, a half-step behind, not out of submission, but reverence. Her skin was smudged with soot and and her gaze, though tired burned with quiet pride and awe.

‘I love you too, my little mate,’ he says. Down by the gates the new wolves roar, over the boundary and barricade they sweep, and they drive through the masses of vampires and wolves as a wind among grass. Behind them and us from the pack-land come the stern cries of our warriors, driving forth the enemy. We are soon going to have them enclosed and at our mercy. Within the formed circle, the enemy halts. Light grows bright about us. Shafts of the sun glare above Glyder Fawr and glimmer against the rare patches of snow that are still white.

His eyes were fierce and wild, two molten orbs that pierced the blanket of darkness surrounding us. "Your end is near, Wilhelmina," he bellowed triumphant above the storm’s deafening roar. His claws, now coated with the Wolf's Bane, glistened ominously in the dim light. His growl echoed through the forest, vibrating the tree trunks and resonating with a chilling threat. The taste of victory that had begun to form in my mouth turned bitter with dread. Yet despite the sudden shift of power, I refused to be cowed.

The morning after the "Siege of Radiance" did not bring the sun, nor did it bring the relief of a clear sky. Instead, Aethelgard was entombed in a thick, artificial twilight. The "Void-Mist"—that volatile mixture of geothermal steam and processed carbon Audrey had unleashed—clung to the valley floor like a living shroud. It was a heavy, slate-grey fog that tasted of wet copper and old smoke, a protective barrier that made the golden sensors of the Southern fleet blind and useless.