Crystal From True Blood Novels & Stories

Continuation of Sylar's POV: I walked up to the crystal and carefully picked it up. I walked up to my nightstand and pulled out a knife from inside then walked over to my bathroom. I went inside and placed his crystal in my tub then slit my wrist and held my wound over his stone, waiting for him to come back to me. His crystal pulsed and started to form his body for me, bringing him back. When he was fully formed, he slowly opened his eyes then yelped and threw his hand up to his throat and groaned as he curled in pain, his fangs exposing in hunger. I blushed and gave him my wrist.

However, all of a sudden, Adrian started to stop his footsteps there, and stood with his stiff body right now. Adrian hardened his facial expression there, and subconsciously started blinking his eyelids a few times. It wasn't long before his eyes started to turn slightly metallic in color. Damn, it's the smell of Alexis' blood. What happened to her right now? Is she hurting? Adrian thought to himself, when he realized what had just happened to him. Adrian smelled Alexis' blood there, which suddenly made Adrian's eyes turn into metallic color. And the thirst that he could immediately feel slowly began to fill every part of his body. Adrian tried to catch his breath, to at least quench his th

Crystal thought dreamily. Damien chuckled. “I can hear your thoughts now”. “You can hear my thoughts ??”. Crystal gasped. She knew he wasn’t a human but how could he hear her thoughts now?? “I’m a vampire”. She laughed. “Oh really? So are you gonna suck my blood now?”. She teased thinking he was joking. Damien’s eyes changed color to red as his fangs came out. Crystal Almost fled away. “Oh my fucking goodness!!!”. She scream so loud as Damien quickly changed back to normal thinking he had scared her.

I groaned, seeing my mate barely conscious. She was dressed in nothing but a long linen tunic and was lying at the foot of the dais. Even from where I stood, I could see the pain marring her beautiful face. Something lay around her body… Crystals. They looked like the Moon Tears, only black, as if they were soaked in demonic power. ‘Dearon,’ she whispered through the mind link. ‘You're here… You came…’ My chest clenched. ‘I will always come for you.’

Crystal pulls me through the crowd until we reach an enormous bar at the back of the room. “What do you drink?” she asks. “Water.” She stares at me. “I’m serious.” “You’re eighteen.” “I know.” “You’re at a fae party.” “I’m also apparently a magical fire hazard.” Crystal considers that. “Fair point.” I laugh as she orders two drinks anyway. The bartender slides a pale purple liquid toward me. I eye it suspiciously. “What is it?” “Moonberry wine.” “That sounds fake.” “We’re surrounded by supernaturals, Aria.”

“We believe it will help you.” I gestured for him to continue. The scientist stepped forward, retrieving a glass tube containing a dark red liquid. Inside, a faintly glowing fragment of crystal shimmered. “This is the source of their power,” the scientist explained. “Blood crystal. It enhances their physical abilities and regenerative abilities to almost inhuman levels. These crystals are formed from the blood of Lunas, fused with ancient magic.” His words silenced everyone. Pollux eventually broke the quiet. “So, how do we destroy them? Can the crystals be shattered?”

Their vibrant colors and graceful movements provide a gentle distraction from the internal conflict, allowing me to momentarily immerse myself in the fleeting beauty of nature's cycle of change. From the very moment I first laid eyes on Crystal, when we abducted her that fateful time, an undeniable connection seized me by the throat. She bore the distinctive scent of my own bloodline, a scent impossible to misplace. My father, though no saint in matters of the flesh, must have consorted with Alpha Silverton's mate in the shrouding darkness of passion. From their forbidden union, Crystal was born.

Captain Park explained. "I - I can't." I sucked in a deep breath to even my shaky voice to no avail. "B - but I'm a halfling." The room was quiet. Tristan walked towards me. He stopped right in front of me and reached out to finger my necklace. "Crystal." He spoke. Not saying my name but what the necklace was made of. "Perfect for housing poison discreetly." I frowned at him. "What?" "It's a strong ancient poison called Amrodia." Tristan spoke. "Lost to generations of werewolves but apparently not the Van Cliffes."

After the Blood Moon Ball, I returned to my family's estate on the Dawn Continent. I had to take over my family’s biotech corporation. The research into synthetic blood was vital to the future of the entire vampire world. Before I boarded my flight, Damon handed me a small, elegant box. "A gift," he said, his voice a low murmur. "For when the silence gets too loud." Inside was a whispering crystal, glowing with a soft blue light. "It carries the sound of dusk," Damon explained. "You once told your mother it was the only sound that truly quieted your mind."

I nod at the cloth in her hand. She unwraps it slowly and carefully, like it is something that is precious. And then she opens it all the way, revealing the crystal. Our union crystal. Still stained with both of our blood... The marks from when we held it together. But now... something’s different. The blood, it’s not just sitting on the surface anymore. It’s seeped in, like the crystal drank it in slow, like it wanted to keep a part of us inside it. And somehow, the color’s shifting. What was once clear rock now holds this strange tint.