Withering Glare Novels & Stories

Wounding people was never a habit of mine, but I admit I had lost all control when Diana went as far as to insult me with her words. I could still remember the chills that ran down my spine at the sught of his icy cold glare. The sight that would make anyone crumble on his feet before him. His glare was the one thing you could never get past from for the rest of life. You will live never to forget it. And it will continue to haunt you no matter where you go, even if you reach the deepest core of the earth running trying to forget. His words, however, were just as painful.

He shifted his gaze to the others present, revealing an unprecedented fierceness in his eyes. Faced with his hostility, the crowd immediately raised their guard. Their eyes gleamed with a chilling light as they gripped their weapons tightly. They didn't dare to slack off in front of this person. However, the Scarlet Harbinger's strength was strong. They were uncertain whether they could handle him. "Go to hell!" the Scarlet Harbinger roared. A formidable force, a blood-like waterfall, surged toward the crowd. The Scarlet Harbinger was displaying his full power. The blood-colored aura became increasingly powerful, reaching a point where it seemed to cover the sky.

Each word dripped with venom as she glared into his dark eyes, trying to intimidate him. He looked unfazed, his expression almost amused. “And what would that solve? After all, even if I lost my liver, it wouldn’t heal the wounds inside you, would it? Deep wounds, festering with pus, crawling with worms. Even the eagles wouldn’t touch that kind of dead flesh.”

"Nävihzirelahell'evezinä zilonä riyaamänä, lolanonjönäre laziso kenäsolorenägrü. Vesovehe zilonä grülahell'ekunäjö, Nänontevalamelozinänon lazi." ("Glory to the light, I prithee thee speak. Protect young lads, to their apathetic foe." "Extricate the foe, hinder its beshrew. Assay the wicked, enlighten it.") I peruse, peruse with my trembling hands. Besmirch with the frog's words. Yet, enlighten his eyes to not be blind. Merry entwined.

Show my wife some respect! Felicity, who was crying, froze in disbelief. "How dare you yell at me! Jason, how dare you!"

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.

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.

"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

It was a harsh, orange radiance that felt like a fever dream. "Jax! Get everyone under the thermal shields! Now!" Sofia screamed, her voice shattering the frozen silence of the Wastes. (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) "What the hell is that? Zilo, look at the light! It’s not the sun!" Nomo shouted, squinting through his visor as the gray sky was suddenly torn open by beams of blinding, orange energy. The beams didn't just illuminate the Wastes; they scorched them. The frost on the viewport evaporated instantly, the glass turning hot to the touch.

Regret crashed over me like relentless waves. As the years rolled on, it felt like relentless waves were pummeling me, each threatening to drown me. However, no other girl came to my rescue. No girl swam through the storm to pull me to safety. In the moments before I drifted away, my head throbbed with pain, and I could barely make out the sound of a sweet but frantic female voice. "Doctor, we'll pay whatever it takes. Just... Please wait. I'll sell this bracelet and be right back with the money for his treatment."