Blood Crystal Wyvern Novels & Stories

“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.”

I recognized them instantly as the colors of my mate's eyes. In order, from top to bottom, the colors of the crystals were forest green, ocean blue, honey yellow, sapphire blue, and…. Violet. Violet? They looked like the color of my eyes during the last full moon. “That one,” I said without hesitation. Mr. Crawlsy followed my finger and his eyes lingered on that wand for some time with pinched brows. “It seems that one is eager to meet you,” he pointed out. He went to touch it, but before he could even get close to him, it zapped his outstretched fingers, making us all jump back in shock.

The land here had begun to heal after the war, but now patches of grass lay withered again, as if life itself had been drained. Kael approached, armor dusty, expression grim. “It’s just beyond that ridge,” he said, nodding toward a rise of cracked stone. “We kept everyone back.” Verath stepped forward. “Show us.” They climbed the ridge together: Verath, Elara, Kael, and Rowan. On the other side, the earth had split open. At the center of the fissure rose a massive crystal twice the height of a man. It pulsed with deep violet light, veins of black running through it like rot. Dark mist curled from its surface, drifting across the ground and causing nearby plants to crumble.

"Very well. If you truly possess the strength and conviction necessary for this task, then the crystal is yours." With that, the werewolf's form dissolved into mist, revealing the path to the crystal. Luna and Amelia cautiously approached the pedestal, their hands trembling with a mix of excitement and apprehension. As they reached out to touch the crystal, a surge of power coursed through their bodies, their senses becoming intertwined with the crystal's very essence.

When the wyvern is in range, Elenor uses her magic to manipulate the trees making the branches and roots form into a web at the last second, making sure it doesn't have time to dodge. The wyvern gets tangled up in the web of trees, as soon as Mortas sees this he wastes no time in attacking it, putting a hand up to conjure the ice and aiming for its wings. The ice punctures the wings of the beast and it lets out a blood-curdling screech. After making the beast immobile Mortas aims for the killing blow with a final attack. The ice crystals hit the beast in its chest, with blood spattering out of its wounds it quickly goes limp and dies.

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.

The electric current from Zergenth's dragon magic stone struck the large white Crystal several times as if it was tapping impatiently. "Please wake up, Albus," whispered Lycus Lewis half-desperately. As if to answer Lycus' request, the huge crystal resembling the shape of a giant white heart throbbed and pounded. The silvery-white veins appeared to be twitching slowly and regularly. Lycus Lewis watched the event with admiration and hope. "Come on!" cried Lycus Lewis expectantly.

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

Somewhere ahead, water murmured, echoing softly like a whisper guiding us forward. Corin’s pace quickened. “ We’re close.” Moments later, the trees parted — and I stopped dead. A clearing opened before us, bathed in a soft green glow. At its center rose a massive formation of crystal unlike anything I’d ever seen. It jutted from a mound of tangled roots, half-swallowed by vines that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The crystal itself was breathtaking — an ombré of shifting colors that seemed alive: soft pink melting into violet, blue fading into emerald green. The surface glimmered as though tiny stars were trapped inside it.

I yelled, pointing to a glowing crystal embedded in the floor near Juniper’s altar. Sage was white-faced, her hands shaking as she pulled a heavy iron sledgehammer from her pack, a primitive tool for a supernatural problem. She lunged for the crystal, but a shadow detached itself from the violet mist. It was a Nightbreeze enforcer, his eyes glowing with a vitreous, mindless light. He wasn't just a wolf anymore; he was a husk, hollowed out and filled with the ritual’s sludge. The converted wolf leaped.