Glint Novels & Stories

it up. She was trying to see if she could feel it in him also. She felt nothing, but that did not mean it was not there. She closed her eyes and wished that she could feel if someone had powers. She opened her eyes again, and saw that nothing in the room had changed. She looked at her hands that were still raised in front of her and they had a bright green glow with a brilliant white aura around it. Anna caught her eye standing behind Lyle, she had a very faint green glow to her as well. Standing next to her Taji glowed a brilliant white light. It was not nearly as bright as her own, but it was there. She stopped. She looked at Lyle. He too had a very pale green aura around him,

He asked, shooting me a death glare. If glares could kill, I would have been dead by now. I cleared my throat. "Uhm...I...I want to change in there." I said my eyes was filled with tears. I thought he was going to sleep with me again. "Why the fuck are you hiding your assets from me? They are mine. I own everything on your body."

My foot I say to all those foolish uncultured creatures. But back to the plan... I know exactly what I'm going to do, little miss perfect aren't going to be so perfect after I'm done with her. She will be equivalent to Lilly's disfigured paintings. With a dark grin spreading on her lips, one similar to the grin the devil himself would be spotted in. The chills that run down one's spine after witnessing it would certainly crawl down your spine like a lone drop of water running down one's exposed back. •●•

His eyes find mine in the rising white glare. “The Market Correction has started. Not on the wing this time. On you, on me, on the house, on the child, on all of it at once. He is closing the account in full.” The door gives at last. The final sheet of titanium sloughs off the frame in a slow wave of glowing slag, and through the gap it leaves steps the White-Glow Sovereign, and the office floods entirely with its light. It is shaped like a tall man and it moves like nothing human and like nothing the grey ones were either, no hitches, no recovery gaps, but also none of the syrup-slow readability I get from human motion when I drop into silvered time.

“I’m quite good with my red glitter.” “I don’t really like gold glitter glue but I don’t want that rice on my slime though.” Mavis pointed at Zariyah’s bowl. “I’ll role the spinning wheel now, godluck cleaning the mess.” Shanoa cackled as she spins the wheel. In their second spin, Lystra got the green glove, Mavis got the blue glove, Fauzia got the white glove, Zariyah got the black glove while Lumiere got the pink glove. Before Zariyah cut off the glove, she closed her eyes. “Please be a black glue to cover the rice, please.” After hopefully wishing, she cut the glove and she was even more disappointed when clear glue came out of it.

My voice broke with panic, my hands scrambling for my blade. “Quick, Eren, torches—now!” Aziz barked. Flint scratched. A torch flared, then another. Uncle Eren shoved one into a wall sconce, the flames casting long, jittering shadows. Then it happened. Our hellblades began to glow. A red pulse, faint at first, then stronger, like a heartbeat shared between them all. The glow shimmered across the stone, reflecting in our eyes. My throat tightened. “Why is it glowing already, I don’t see anything?”

flickering back into the violet stone of the ancient keep. WARNING: NARRATIVE INTEGRITY ERROR. UNMAPPED VARIABLE DETECTED. APPLYING HOTFIX. The iridescent Eye in the sky let out a high-frequency drone that made Silas’s ears bleed. A second wave of "Premium Gold" light descended, this one aimed directly at the "Unmapped" soil. It was a "Real-Time Modification"—the User was literally "Painting" over the North’s rebellion as it happened.

Overwhelmed. Speechless. “Wait a moment,” Melanie said. “You are telling me the bad elf with the strange name has a magical ability that may include planting something in your mind.” She took a breath and kept going. “And he makes this vine hurt its victim and alert him to specific things?” “Yes,” Fenrir answered. “But of course. It’s only natural!” She sounded like a maniac, her emotions overloaded. I got her. “I guess Alaric tried to kill it,” Greg said. “Or uproot it, maybe?”

“Mara, do not be angry. I have been troubled. My mind has been heavy with matters of the pack.” She crossed her arms. “You forget me too easily. I am here, waiting, and you do not even send for me. Do you think I have no feelings?” Glint stepped closer. “You are wrong. I do think of you. And I will prove it. I will give you a gift. A diamond necklace. The most beautiful you have ever seen. It will shine brighter than the moon.” Mara’s eyes lit up despite her frown. “A diamond necklace?”

A faint, extremely faint golden glimmer silently seeped out from a crevice at the base of the wall, hidden beneath decaying leaves. The glimmer was as thin as a strand of hair, impossible to notice without careful searching, yet it carried the exact same warmth as the torn cloth in her palm and lightly brushed against Amelia's fingertips. Amelia suddenly opened her eyes, and a startling brilliance burst forth from her reddened gaze.