Blood Crystal Wyvern Novels & Stories

Suddenly what Vander said about it flashed through my mind while I was wearing the bond ring. “That’s your lifeline. Do you see the white crystal, your life depends on it. The crystal will get dirty and turn black every time you irritate and grieve Master Brylle. Once the crystal is completely black, it will be poisonous to kill you. ” Even though the crystal had not completely turned black, I immediately felt weak. This is probably the gradual effect of Brylle's spell. “What did you do to Yana? You are probably the reason why Master Brylle is rude now. ”

The bond between us flared so brightly it nearly blinded me. “Don’t fight it,” I said, instinct guiding my words. “I’m here.” She sat up slowly, eyes glowing silver—not the harsh shine of an Alpha, but something softer. Older. Markings on her skin—faint crescent patterns along her collarbone and wrists appeared and—began to glow. I stared in awe. ‘She’s claiming you,’ my wolf murmured in wonder. ‘The goddess is claiming her.’ Krystal looked at her hands, breath trembling. “I can feel them. The pack. Every heartbeat.”

The Seven-Star Crystal rested on the ground. Shattered. I gasped. "No..." The vision vanished as quickly as it had appeared. Seraphine steadied herself. "Those are possible futures." "They are warnings." "They haven't happened yet." I tightened my grip on my sword. "Then we'll make sure they never do." --- A monstrous roar echoed across the valley. The largest creature yet emerged from the rift. It resembled an enormous wolf made entirely of black crystal. Its eyes burned like twin stars. Ice cracked beneath its paws.

“For Lumora.” The wraith-lord surges from crystal depths, claws of shadow slashing, eyes hollow voids, hum shaking bone. Its crystalline core pulses, wraith-heart coiling within, screech splitting stone. Veyra shoves Taryn against a crystal, blade at her throat, voice breaking. “What’s the Herald?” Taryn’s lips curl, voice low. “Older than your Veil.” A spark flickers in her eyes, hinting at a deeper power, her hymn shifting. Kalia’s orb flares, aura steady, eyes distant, a vision seizing her—the wraith-lord’s core, crystalline, tied to her orb, its light the key. “Aelys!” she gasps, fingers tightening, voice urgent. “It’s now!” I shield her, blade striking wraith-claws, sparks searing, Lena

Violet eyes flashed amethyst contempt at Voss, scar pulling taut luminous under plasma-fade. The crystal at her throat pulsed urgent now, facets flaring hot-warning crimson-storm throb that lanced bond-deep like a lover's bite: Deeper rift colossal stirring below-ruins bowels, hunger-heart quickening predatory slaver—game escalated vicious, next vein armored chitin-thick, guardians evolving hungrier. Her mental voice brushed mine fierce-intimate, husky with post-battle rush: It's adapting wolf-fast, storm-born. Polite thunder was foreplay—feels like abyssal jaws parting slick for the kill-thrust.

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

I took a deep breath and continued, “But I do have one favor to ask. Can I please have some wolfsbane?” She looked back up, meeting my eyes, studying me, and cocking her head to the side. While she was human, Hugo told me that she knew about our kind. He and my mom were not the only werewolves she employed. “What do you need wolfsbane for?” “It’s personal.” I wasn’t telling her shit. “What form do you want it in?” “What forms does it come in?” “The two most common are dehydrated and a concentrated liquid—usually we sell the liquid form in darts.”

This shit is so so cruel. "She is our girl. She is our princess and she is solely ours. If you dare touch her or speak bad about her, we will not think twice to end your life in the blink of an eye" he said cracking his knuckles and his neck. He wiped the blood on his hands and gave a deadly glare to all the boys infront of him. "Wylan, can you get me some ice-cubes?" Nicholas asked not looking at him. He was still looking at Carter with a deadly glare while Carter's legs are still burning. Wylan handed Nicholas some Ice-cubes and he poured water over Carter's body.

Kayson chuckled and said, “I got some good stuff. Mr. Jones can be saved!” Juniper was overjoyed. “Really?” Kayson nodded and pulled out two wooden boxes. One of them contained a resin-like object red as blood, had the shape of a fungus, and roots like a man’s spine. The other wooden box contained an object the size of a grape, and it was crystal clear and translucent like white jade. ‘ The former was Wyvern-Liche, while the latter was Petit Bile. Now that Kayson had all the ingredients, he did not dilly-dally and immediately prepared to treat Cole.

Let them be the example. Everyone moves to the food court to grab something to eat. The first nights are great, we have meats and fruits. By the end of the raid, food is scarce and the men grow quick-tempered and weak. The creatures destroy and pillage everything within an area, leaving little to nothing for us to eat. We cannot eat the meat of the creatures as poison runs through their blood. The blood varies slightly from the sub-species of creatures but it is all toxic. The Wyvern class have two sub-species both capable of flight; insect type and drake type. Insect types have multiple legs, while the drake types have no legs and only wings. They have blue blood and are mostly scale skinne