Blood Crystal Wyvern Novels & Stories

The four of them had downed six bottles of whiskey on their own, and Wilbur was honestly a little dizzy. Yet not long after he had lied down, something came into his mind. Wilbur sat up with a start, entering his demiplane at once and snatching up the Crystal Bone. He had been hesitating on whether he should contribute the Crystal Bone to the Dragon's Altar or absorb its energy ever since he had gotten it. It would be a brilliant contribution, as it held an immense energy that surpassed the Blood Embryo he had gotten. But it also held a pure energy that Wilbur knew would take his powers to another level if he were to absorb it.

The shard’s glow pulsed again, brighter this time. So, he was nearby. I turned it over in my hand, watching the light shift like a heartbeat. The dragons used to call this kind of crystal “veinstones.” Living fragments that responded to power and lately, it had been responding a lot. The packs didn’t know about these, of course. They wouldn’t understand the kind of things that came from dragon blood. A sudden rustle broke through the night. I didn’t move. The raven landed a few feet away, its feathers glinting ink-black under the moon. A thin leather strap circled its leg, sealed with the sigil of the Council of Packs.

After requesting and receiving a notepad, he noted down all of his discoveries. "Crystals are very sturdy, but another one can easily break it...worms may break them too..." He closed the pad and examined the descriptions of the gems one more time, "Venom...I can use that, but it's risky to return to that cave. I can't have him lose any more exp. Now that I think about it, I haven't checked you up!" He clicked the chibified skeleton face, and his expression darkened. [Name: Skeletor]

My breath hitched as the crystal’s glow wrapped around me, tendrils of violet light coiling like living chains. 'Come… take what is yours.' The voice was no longer a whisper. It was a command. The cavern shuddered violently, dust and debris raining from above. Phanos groaned, trying to push himself up, his eyes burning with fury. “Valkyrie—don’t!” But I couldn't stop. I wasn’t moving toward the crystal. It was pulling me in.

His expression had turned serious again, “I didn’t do anything to you. It is just this place. It is so dense with power that your energy isn’t enough to cause even a ripple.” I was going to ask him to explain when a section of the wall slid to the side. My eyes widened and my jaws hung open seeing the sight. There in front of me were crystals of various shapes and sizes. There was zodonite, Qudeks, and even snow pearls. I wondered if all the crystals in Halterland put together would be enough to match the power of crystals the Lycan king had amassed; probably not. He picked up a large pink stone and held it up, “My lifelong ambition has been to defeat the witches. So, I have been collecting

They started trembling all over. "T-They… They're immortals from the Novem Skies! I was taking revenge for us!" Drako explained. He had no idea why Isolde and Sylvara were angry. He took out the wyvern tattoo that had been carved from my waist, along with Noctis' Soul Gem. He held them out before the two women like he was offering them some kind of precious treasure. "Look, Lady Brimstone! Didn't you always praise the wyvern tattoo on Lucien's waist? The moment I captured him, I carved it right off!

She froze. A shadow moved among the trees, slinking low to the ground. Her heart raced as she crouched down to investigate. There, half-hidden in the brush, lay a white wolf, its body trembling in the dirt. Blood oozed from a deep wound across its side, staining the earth. Lia’s breath hitched. A wolf—no, **a pureblood wolf**—wounded in her forest? She was about to turn away when she noticed the silver scar across its eye. The markings. The same noble markings she had seen only in rumors. A member of the North. A high-ranking wolf. But what was he doing here?

My posture shifted, my head lifting sharply. And when my eyes found the figures approaching, my pupils constricted. Crystal. She walked in with Lyra at her side, holding the girl’s hand as though they were sisters. As though Lyra was something more than a mere servant. My blood boiled at the sight. My mate…locking hands with a servant! My gaze locked on Crystal. She was calm and sure of herself, her face carved into a confident expression that only sharpened the edge of my fury. I had summoned Lyra. Only Lyra. I had told Crystal to wait for me in my chambers. And yet here she was, standing in my throne room, challenging me with her presence in front of my guards, and her fucking arm was lock

Melinda ran a finger along the line and named them, steady, like an incantation at the edge of noise: “Dragon blood, the raw power, to bind the brute energy the tear bleeds. Phoenix blood, the rebirth so the seal can mend if it frays. Unicorn blood, its purity to cleanse the corruption. Basilisk blood, A poison to turn anything escaping into ash. Kraken blood, an abyssal strength to anchor us to the depths. Griffin blood, vigilance, watchfulness for the long centuries. Chimera blood, the hybrid coin that traps chaos by uniting it. Werewolf blood, it cycles and changes, to tether time to the seal. Vampire blood, an immortal blood, for endurance.” A deep, ancient red, almost black, that swallo

“So, she is part demon? One of Dante’s sprogs that slipped through the net?” “No,” Lucas leaned forward to rest his elbows on his knees as a weary sigh escaped him. “Atlas and Amos don’t have wolf spirits remember? Chloe does; Hecate.” “Hecate? What kind of name is that?” “It’s the name of a Greek goddess. As far as we can tell, only the Wolfe line has a wolven spirit with a Greek name. Even Sierra and Alvaro don’t have them. So, how come she has one?” Lucas raised an eyebrow, hazel eyes darkening as the questions piled up. “I think we need to make a call.”