Withering Glare Novels & Stories

My head tilted upwards painfully towards him, my glare now burning with fury as I stared back at the traitorous bastard standing above me. “You have no right to glare at me, you bitch.” He sneered, his breath brushing harshly against my face and making my skin crawl in irritation. “You should keep your big fucking eyes down and be thankful I haven’t wasted your miserable life yet.” “You should be thankful Matvei hasn’t peeled your skin off yet.” I shot back instantly. My heart almost dropped at the vicious look that crossed his face, but I held my ground stubbornly, knowing I had to provoke him enough to make him kill me himself.

Ivor said, his smile slipping into something serious, "So, you're telling me your thoughts are being taken without you even noticing?" The way he stared me down made me shrink a little. But I still nodded. He didn't ask anything else. He just drew a deep pull from his pipe, then let out a stream of smoke. Only, the smoke didn't fade. It circled me, curling tighter and tighter until it all rushed into the necklace around my neck. That cat puffed up, hissed at me, and arched its back as if it were ready to fight. I froze, shivering so badly that my hands went numb, but I didn't dare move.

She had run away with Gladdy. His beast growled. His eyes glowed a bright orange as his irises dilated into dark slits. Steam rose from his back. He breathed deeply, clouds of smoke puffing from his flaring nostrils and from the corners of his lips. Cracks ran down from the blades of his back, making him groan. Energy coursed throughout his body, burning him from the inside. More shards formed right outside the window. Niquel smirked.

I conclude. I heave and smile in relief. We exchange glances. Rowan and I. We both exchange glaring and love exempted glances. Glances habouring every imagined negative emotions and hatred between ourselves. Glances extremely powerful to kneel any pack member and force deeply hidden truth off their once reluctant and hardened heart. Such glance do we currently share. He sigh deeply. I smile. He certainly gets my narration. His expression proves it all. Their darkness is relentless. He understands every mentioned details within the narration.

"It is impressive that someone was able to spy on us." Ray smirked carelessly. Butler Fin ignored the 'boy's' mockery and replied, "It is remarkable. Just like a mortal was able to endure your glow." Ray shut up at the rebuttal. The glow he used on the assassin was one of his most prized possessions. It was called Brimstone. This glow allowed Ray to burn things down even to a molecular level. Even the soul wasn't spared this agony. Being burnt by these flames ensured that one's soul would be lost for all eternity, completely destroyed, leaving nothing for the eager arms of the grim reaper. It was certain that the grim reaper hated this technique. No one would appreciate a skill that starved

Gone was the warmth and tenderness she had once found in his gaze, replaced now by an icy glare filled with anger and resentment. "Zakariah," she whispered his name, her voice barely audible above the silence that enveloped them. She could feel the weight of his gaze upon her, his eyes boring into her with an intensity that made her heart race. It was as if he could see straight through her, peering into the depths of her soul with a scrutiny that left her feeling exposed and vulnerable.

The gray fog in my right eye wasn't just blindness; it was an eviction notice. I stood in the sub-level command deck of Rebirth City, staring at the flickering tactical monitors through a haze that tasted of winter and old static. Every time I used the golden arm to ground the city’s failing power grid, the "Gilded Toll" took another bite of my humanity. My right eye was becoming a graveyard of color, leaving me with only the cold, sharpened gold of my left side to navigate the wreckage of my empire.

✴️✴️ The waves of the storm were still trembling through Mila's veins when the world suddenly shattered. With a loud, heavy hum and a sharp click, the office climate control roared back to life. A second later, the overhead fluorescent lights flickered once, twice, and then flooded the entire executive suite with a blinding, harsh white glare. Mila flinched, her eyes burning against the sudden brightness. The cozy, protective darkness that had shielded them was instantly wiped away, exposing every single detail of their mistake.

I turned toward the glowing horizon, my eyes burning with silent tears. “Then let them burn.”