Amethyst Steven Fusion Novels & Stories

Burn-marks coiling like language. He dropped to one knee, shivering. Ava stepped forward, cautious. “Raine…” He looked up. His eyes were wrong—no longer fully his. One iris flickered between colors. Silver. Red. And something that didn’t belong in this world. Damian cursed softly. “He’s syncing with it.” Lucian growled. “We have to shut it down before it finishes the merge.” Reyes moved, pulling a device from his coat. “EMP burst. Short range. Might disrupt the connection.”

"...Amethyst Elan is mine and I, Luveas Dayn, am hers. I shall be granted freedom to roam Ancea just as her." Amethyst beamed in satisfaction. Then, she glanced at his chest which was hidden under his slinky clothes. She noticed a glow from the mark and it disappeared shortly after. "Hey, something is glowing under your shirt!" said the oblivious Luveas when he pointed at her left chest. Amethyst glanced down. The black rose tattoo on her chest had turned to golden yellow. She smiled. Suddenly, she hooked his neck and kissed him on the lips. The vampire froze at the unexpected bold move.

Made sense. “Well, Alpha Steven mentioned that he wished he knew if there was a way to somehow protect you from visions. I remembered that I had done this, and we looked. Sure enough, there is a way.” He pointed to the stone hanging from the end of the chain. “This is sapphire moonstone. It’s very rare but it has protective properties. It will protect you from whatever bond Cornelius has on you.” I took the necklace and looked at it curiously. It wasn’t pretty, but it was very unique. In the stone’s depths, it looked like an ocean, swirling and moving. I was mesmerized by it.

I drew a deep, steady breath, letting the freezing air fill my lungs, and brought my right hand down toward the molten lead. The moment my skin hovered an inch above the liquid metal, the gold runes on my palm flared into a brilliant, blinding white. The heat from my hybrid core poured down my arm in a controlled, precise stream, striking the brass bowl. The lead didn't just pour; it vaporized into a dense, glowing stream that washed into the deep channels of the carved stone crest, filling the granite grooves with a shimmering, silver-gold inlay that bonded instantly to the mountain's bone. A quiet, awe-struck murmur ran through the gathered masons and vanguard scouts.