Withering Glare Novels & Stories

I felt his heartbeat weaken under my touch. He wouldn't leave this battlefield alive. Then suddenly, a sharp white light burst across the field. Blinding and Unnatural. It wasn't the sunlight. No... it was worse. "The Wolf Bang," I muttered under my breath, blinking rapidly. 'No... not now!' The light was searing, cutting into my eyes. The wolf bang disoriented every wolf in its radius, both ally and enemy. Growls turned into whimpers. Vision faded to blurred shapes and shadows.

His face leaned in close, and it was covered with fury. His eyes were burning with harsh rage. His angry glare cut through me. His breath felt hot on my breath. His voice came out venomous, and his cruel words struck me harder than the physical pain. “My bad! I didn't realize you were a whore.”

Angus says, sounding completely unbothered. A surge of strength flows through me as my vision hyper focuses and I swear I can see the auroras of everyone in the room. Brutus has a wild wolf that thrashes around in excitement over beating me. Angus’ is a strange mist that lingers aimlessly around him, devouring little sparks of light he emits. I look over to Adriana in awe of what I am seeing and gasp at the beauty of her teal sparkling glow flickers like a failing fire. She is dying.

The aura emanating from his body made me feel like I was being trapped in a room with icy walls closing in on me, suffocating my every breath. “Delta Elowen. Why did you poison our Luna Natura?” The voice snarled in anger, turning to face me. Our eyes locked; I could see rage in them. His eyes were like fiery daggers, piercing through the air with an intense and furious glare. The anger in his stare was palpable, radiating a fierce and overwhelming energy. It was a sight that could make your blood run cold, and I think it is doing that to me right now. If I hadn’t known this person standing in front of me to be kindhearted, I should have said he would rip me into pieces, judging from his mal

It's like standing too close to a fire - I don't need to look to know it's there, to feel the heat of it. The morning was already bad, starting with the looks in the dining hall and the whispered conversations that died when I walked past. But the specific quality of that glare, what was underneath the cold and the dark - the thing that looked closer to betrayal than anger, closer to grief than rage - tells me it is going to get worse before anything gets better. If it gets better at all.

Or has that choice already been taken from us? The glade answered, dimming its light. Their power answered, pulsing in a discordant rhythm. And somewhere, beyond the Veil, the darkness stirred. Hungry. Listening. Waiting.

Like delicate raindrops clinging to the precipice, her tears teeter on the edge, threatening to spill over and carve a path down her cheeks. Within those sorrowful eyes, one can witness the struggle of a wounded soul. They are the windows to a heart burdened by the weight of grief, loss, or loneliness. The irises, once bright and vibrant, now seem dim, as if a shadow has enveloped their natural radiance. The sparkle that once danced within them has been replaced by a haunting emptiness.

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.

“If you’re not mine, you won’t be anyone’s, Corinne. Especially not that hybrid.” Then Glacer stepped out of the smoke. His clothes were torn. His eyes burned with a terrifying golden glow. He didn’t look at the guards falling around him. Only at me. At Aldric’s hand gripping my throat. “Let her go, Aldric,” Glacer said. His voice was deeper than thunder. “Or I’ll turn this entire place into a mass grave for everyone who carries your name.” Aldric laughed, unhinged. He pressed the blade against my vein.

“It’s here for the girl.” Varek didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. Every wolf in the clearing knew. The Watcher took a slow step backward, its glowing eyes never leaving Varek’s. It melted into the mist, its form dissolving into shadow and fog, leaving behind claw marks etched deep into the soil—a silent threat. The buzzing whisper that had haunted them faded with its departure, but the forest remained heavy, suffocating, as though it had claimed the clearing as its own.