Crystal Sands Journey Book Novels & Stories

But as his eyes adjusted to the gloom, he caught sight of something glimmering in the corner—a shard of crystal, pulsing with an otherworldly light. With trembling hands, he reached out and grasped the shard, his fingers tingling with the power that coursed through it. And as he held it aloft, he felt a surge of energy wash over him, as if the very essence of the tower itself was flowing through his veins. Chapter 12: The Vision of the Ancients As the traveler gazed into the depths of the crystal shard, he was overcome by a vision—a vision of a time long past, when the city was young and the world was still shrouded in darkness.

he pushes it towards me, “It’s merely a book. I want you to open it to a page, any page, and see what you notice.” I give him an uncertain sideways glance before squeezing my eyes shut as I blindly flip through the pages of the book. After a few seconds, I stop, my finger hovering over a page about halfway through. Opening my eyes a crack, I watch as Gideon tilts his head to get a better view of the page. “Interesting,” he murmurs. “Of all the pages in this book, you turn to that one.” I open my eyes the rest of the way and look down. There is a picture of a person sitting in a ring of crystals. I don’t even need to read the title at the top to know what it says.

That's how most of the stories end. But since I left the Wildlands, there has been only this endless trudging, slogging, tramping, clumping. And sand. So much sand. It's like a fine mist that you don't even notice is inside your ears, your nose, crusting your eyelashes, coating your teeth and your tongue, until you try to take a sip of water and swallow a mouthful of sand. Or wipe your face and fine grains of sand get in your eyes and sting and don't come out until you've wasted water rinsing them out.

"And then the horde is where I'm being chased by a horde of monsters, except they look really human in my eyes. Like they were mutated or some sort. And then the dark side is where I am in a dark and cold woods, and in my head, I am looking for someone, I just don't know who. No matter how much I search the woods, I can't seem to find the person I am looking for. And then there's the beach, which I haven't really figured out yet, cause I was just standing there, doing nothing." There was one last jump she yet had to explain, but right now, she's not sure why she's starting to feel cold. "And then there's the graveyard," Eli started to explain again. "I'm back home, but the house is empty. I

As he expected, there were little to none, none except for a Jade Crystal which dropped from the basket and onto the rocky floor where it rolled around in the dust. "What is this?" He gazed at it as it settled on a spot. The ray of the sun refracted off it that it pierced his gaze with images of a burning crown seating on top of a silent sea, which startled him. He lost the vision just as quickly and was left with the beaming image of the jade crystal resting on the dust.

Just before his claws would have slashed across her face, however, a loud sound echoed raising a large storm of sand. Falling back, Ace rubbed his eyes, trying to get rid of the sand in his eyes and look for his prey. But Crystal had already disappeared using the sand as a smoke screen. Looking around, Ace tried to look for the prey that had disappeared and sniffed the air for her scent. Finding it retreating towards the enemy camp, he growled loudly and followed the trail.

He was writing fast, his green eyes glowing brighter with every word. "Chapter 84," the author said, his voice echoing through the entire city. "The Mother dies to save the Child. The Child becomes the new Vessel. The World turns to Gold." Suddenly, the ground beneath my feet turned into gold. Not liquid, but solid, hard metal. It started to spread, turning the cars, the buildings, and the trees into statues of gold. It was moving toward me and Elle like a rising tide. "It’s a rewrite!" Silas appeared from the shadows, his face pale. He was holding a small, silver mirror. "Hazel, look into the mirror! It’s the only way to stay real!"

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

Selena’s pov My legs moved before my brain did. One minute I was fighting off some wolves. And the next minute, I was standing right in front of the crystal. The moment my fingers brushed the crystal, BOOM. Not a polite little ping—no, everything went wild. Walls, floor, air, the entire universe screaming like it had something to prove. Every sound I didn’t even know existed blasted in my ears. And then—CRACK! Not a tiny crack. Not a gentle oops. The crystal exploded in golden light, molten and furious, spilling like lava across the hall. The whole chamber shivered, groaned, like it had just been woken from a centuries-long nap and was not happy about it.

Calling. I turned toward it, following the light leaking through the cracks ahead. Every step sent gravel cascading behind me. The tunnels were bleeding themselves out. And through it all, the hum continued, pulling me forward until the air turned from black to blue. The chamber opened suddenly. I knew the stories, but seeing it was something else—like staring into the pulse of a god. The crystal stood at the center, fractured but alive, its light trembling against the cavern walls. And beside it stood two figures.