Crystal Alchemist Novels & Stories

Reflexively, he was about to pull the hands off of him but then, sparks erupted, as the hair on his skin tingled. "Mate..," He whispered while Althea's eyes widened like she had seen a ghost. Altair turned around as he stare at the one whom he believed was his mate. It was one of the witches who had an eerie smile on her face but the thing was that, this one seemed more powerful and more dangerous.

Throughout her studies, she had noticed how it responded to certain concepts and techniques—not just during practical application, but during theoretical discussions that aligned with its inherent nature. The crystal knows what I'm still learning. Contains memories of knowledge I'm rediscovering through fragments preserved by people who didn't even practice this magic. The loss feels personal now, not just academic—heritage erased before I could know it existed. "These compound manipulations," Xalara said, indicating a particularly complex diagram in the ancient text, "they seem to require crystalline focus objects arranged in specific geometric patterns. Is that why Silvyn practitioners typ

"Hey Omega, get your ass from there, you have work to do." I sigh softly to myself as I get up from the floor very wet, my hands still throbbing. I'm wearing torn pants and a well worn old shirt handed down to me by the head servant, this has been my uniform since I started here. Who would have thought that three years ago I was treated like a princess, loved and respected by everyone, but now as I look at my hands ridden with calluses, I realize again that those days are forever behind me. I'm never going to be important again, not even in the outside world and all because I am a weakling, a trash_ I am an Omega in a family of Alphas. I have always felt I was different from my siblings beca