Withering Glare Novels & Stories

And like the flood of war we had become, we surged. Every step closer, I felt the Mirror’s pull sharpen, slicing through me like glass. The bond strained, my vision wavered, but I pressed on. Because I could see Vera’s smile still—smug, patient, cruel—and I knew this war would not end until I wiped that smile from her face. The clash at the gates became a storm. Wolves in both forms collided, steel flashing, claws tearing, teeth snapping. Gunfire glittered across the valley, silver rounds whistling past me, some burying themselves into dirt, some finding flesh with devastating screams.

POV: Viggo Rorik She was burning. She was turning into a star. Viggo pressed his forearms over his eyes, but the light punched through his flesh. It turned the darkness behind his eyelids into a searing, blood-red strobe. The heat was no longer atmospheric. It was microwave radiation. It cooked the sweat on his skin before it could roll down his neck. The smell of singed hair and ozone filled his nose, thick and cloying, triggering a gag reflex that convulsed his stomach.

“What, my wolfless Luna? Do my words scourge you now?” He watched me like a predator savoring the tremor of its prey. “Don’t glare,” he murmured, eyes roaming my face. “You look prettier when you do… but pathetic.” The flicker of his gaze felt like a deliberate strike, meant not to admire, but to diminish. And it worked, because in that moment, I burned from the inside out.

I have to be the biggest asshole to think this yet I am proud to affirm that it's the glacier melting truth. "If you don't want to die Price, then care to explain why am I being sidelined in my own house?" She roared angrily crossing her arms over her chest. Her eyes have turned a shade darker than usual, while she was glaring at me with such intensity that I had this maddening urge to kiss her on the lips.

We stand in a clearing so choked with mist it could be anywhere—no path, no stars, just the suggestion of trees pressing in from every side. I cross my arms, magic thrumming beneath my skin, and fix Ffion with the kind of glare that could curdle milk.

Lowering his head and chest, his snarls ripped through the air, accompanied by snaps of his teeth as he made his claim on her known. She backed up some more until the icy water was lapping at her sneakers and drenching the already damp hem of her yoga pants. Sweat beaded on her upper lip as she desperately tried to see through the damn fog, but try as she might, she couldn't see what was coming for them. But something was coming, that much was sure. And it wasn’t anything they’d be happy to see. She could feel its menacing presence weighing on the air around them.

Chapter 20 – The Breaking Point Light and shadow convulsed, tearing the clearing apart. Aria’s body shook with the force of her own power, every nerve aflame, every heartbeat pounding like a drum of war. Her vision blurred at the edges, gold fire swimming before her eyes as if the world itself was burning. She had never burned so brightly, never felt so close to unraveling. The air was molten, heavy with the scent of scorched leaves, and each breath dragged heat and ash into her lungs until she thought she might choke on her own fury.

The darkness swirled around them like a never-ending fog, the howl of distant wolves now seemed deafening to Jake. His heart boomed in his ears making it impossible to hear the musical laughter of Glory. She was circling around him the same way that a wolf circles a sheep right before taking out a large bite of flesh. Her eyes were flashing crimson as Jake watched helplessly as her fingers morphed into claws dazzling black fingernails growing to be a foot long each. They were meant for the rending and ripping of 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.

My stare fixed on the dual dark voids of his gaze, seeking his response to Aliya's silent challenges. Then, in a fraction of a second, the darkness vanished. It wasn't a fade or shift. It was a fierce change. The centers, the colors, the endless black, all swapped for a sudden, fierce flood of pure, searing white glow. It matched overheated steel, a light so total it stung to see, yet it carried no heat. It was a fearful peek at the immense, bare force inside him. It showed the effort, the short, heavy display of his actual might when he pushed.