{"id":261485,"date":"2026-07-13T18:23:51","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:23:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/glitched-into-glory-callie-colby\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T18:23:51","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T15:23:51","slug":"glitched-into-glory-callie-colby","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/glitched-into-glory-callie-colby\/","title":{"rendered":"Glitched Into Glory – Callie Colby"},"content":{"rendered":"
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In its center stood Irian, his back to me, wings fully extended and glowing with a light I\u2019d never seen before\u2014not the usual luminescence of desire, but something deeper, more profound. \u201cIrian?\u201d I called cautiously. He turned, and I gasped. His eyes were glowing the same intense color as his wings, and tears streaked his perfect face. \u201cJake,\u201d he said, his voice choked with emotion. \u201cYou\u2019re here.\u201d \u201cOf course I\u2019m here,\u201d I said, moving toward him.<\/p>\n

\u201cAre you okay? What happened?\u201d He shook his head, unable to speak for a moment. \u201cThe trial\u2026 it showed me\u2026\u201d \u201cYour truth?\u201d I guessed. \u201cYeah, me too. Not a fun experience.\u201d \u201cWhat did it show you?\u201d he asked, searching my face. I hesitated, then decided honesty was probably the point of this whole ordeal. \u201cIt showed me that I\u2019m afraid of failing you. Of not being good enough. What about you?\u201d Irian\u2019s wings trembled.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt showed me that I\u2019m afraid of my own feelings. That I\u2019ve hidden behind duty and protocol because I\u2019m terrified of vulnerability.\u201d I reached for his hand, half expecting him to pull away. Instead, he intertwined our fingers tightly. \u201cIt showed me something else, too,\u201d he continued, his voice barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething I\u2019ve been refusing to acknowledge.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d I asked, my heart pounding. \u201cThat I\u2019m falling in love with you,\u201d he said simply. \u201cAnd that terrifies me more than the Void Lord ever could.\u201d I stared at him, certain I\u2019d misheard. \u201cYou\u2019re\u2026 what?\u201d \u201cI know it\u2019s impossible,\u201d he rushed on. \u201cI know we come from different worlds, that I have duties I cannot abandon, that you will eventually return to your realm.<\/p>\n

But the truth the caverns demanded was absolute, and this is my truth, Jake. I am falling in love with you.\u201d My mind reeled. Irian\u2014proud, beautiful, royal Irian\u2014was falling in love with me? Gaming-addicted, take-out-dependent, perpetually-underachieving me? \u201cSay something,\u201d he pleaded when I remained silent too long. \u201cEven if it\u2019s to tell me I\u2019m a fool.\u201d<\/p>\n

Instead of speaking, I kissed him. It wasn\u2019t gentle or hesitant like our earlier kiss in the clearing. This was desperate, hungry, pouring all the confused emotions swirling inside me into physical contact. He responded immediately, his arms wrapping around me, wings encircling us both in a cocoon of light. When we finally broke apart, both breathing hard, his eyes had returned to their normal violet, though they still shimmered with emotion.<\/p>\n

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Copyright \u00a9 2025 by Callie Colby All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, scanning, or otherwise without written permission from the publisher. It is illegal to copy this book, post it to a website, or distribute it by any other means without permission. This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination.<\/p>\n

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental. Callie Colby asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work. Callie Colby has no responsibility for the persistence or accuracy of URLs for external or third-party Internet Websites referred to in this publication and does not guarantee that any content on such Websites is, or will remain, accurate or appropriate.<\/p>\n

First edition This book was professionally typeset on Reedsy Find out more at reedsy.com OceanofPDF.com Contents Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Epilogue About the Author OceanofPDF.com Prologue I was three energy drinks deep into a Realm of Eternia marathon when the glitch happened.<\/p>\n

Not in the game\u2014in reality. \u201cJust one more quest,\u201d I muttered, thumbs flying across the controller, my character\u2014a level 87 Elven Mage named ButtKicker420\u2014decimating a horde of shadow wraiths. The apartment around me was a tomb of pizza boxes and unwashed laundry. Working from home as a freelance web designer meant I could game until 4 AM and still technically be \u201cfunctional\u201d the next day. My TV screen flickered. \u201cNo, no, no\u2014not now!\u201d<\/p>\n

I frantically mashed buttons as the image distorted. I hadn\u2019t saved in hours. The screen went white. Then the white light seemed to\u2026 leak? It poured out of the television like liquid moonlight, pooling on my carpet before rising up in tendrils that snaked toward me. \u201cWhat the actual fu\u2014\u201d The light enveloped me, warm and tingly against my skin.<\/p>\n

For a second, I felt weightless, like I was floating in the world\u2019s most comfortable sensory deprivation tank. Then I hit marble. Hard. \u201cOw, motherfucker!\u201d I yelped, rolling onto my back and blinking up at\u2014 holy shit\u2014a vaulted ceiling that soared at least fifty feet above me, made of some iridescent material that looked like mother-of-pearl.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs this\u2026 the prophesied warrior?\u201d a voice asked, dripping with disdain. I propped myself up on my elbows to locate the speaker, and my brain short-circuited. Standing before me was the most beautiful man I\u2019d ever seen. No\u2014\u201cman\u201d wasn\u2019t quite right.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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