Crystal True Blood Novels & Stories

Ruby lay froze looking at the girl,they heard a loud ding and the shock erupt in everyone heart. "Karen go back inside you're stopping me from. helping"Castus yell "Please you can't give in to it,not now"But it was too late her transformation had began,Karen eyes turn red in a blazing fire,the little strand of brown hair remaining turn to blue, her skin color changes into milky white,her hands stretch itself making the a blue light surface through the whole forest,her talons work itself to her neck scratching it hard till blood drop from it and the ground crack oozing out fire and ice at the same time,the moon descend hitting her on the back Karen scream,the others close their eyes from the

A low rumbling sound escapes her lips and Azraiel instantly knows it’s her wolf. Azraiel keeps wiping her body with the ice-cold water but her fever doesn’t come down. Her squirming has now turned into thrashing and it looks like he’ll need help to hold her down. But he is also unsure...he has no idea what he is dealing with. He isn’t worried about himself…but about others…. Azraiel is still in a dilemma when something suddenly clicks in his head. He is a Trueblood. A fucking Trueblood. He should be able to handle this without endangering others.

He returned a minute later, holding a small, crystal decanter filled with a liquid that swirled with deep, luminescent crimson—like captured memory and blood. The Crimson Reminiscence. A rare, potent elixir that compelled absolute truth from a vampire for a short time. It was not used lightly. It stripped away all pretense, all defense. Without a word, he uncorked it and drank. His eyes closed for a moment, and when they opened, they held a raw, vulnerable intensity I had never seen.

Vic: “Miss Smith, the old Mr. Davis asked to see you in the study.” “I have to get changed first,” Crystal said. She was wearing a white bubble-sleeved nightgown, so she needed to get changed before meeting an elder. Vic said, “Be quick,” and then he disappeared back into the hallway. Once Crystal was dressed, she went to the study, knocked, and opened the door. Inside, she saw that the study was like a battlefield, and words could not express what she saw. There were broken antiques scattered everywhere, and Nathan was on the ground. He was holding his head, and he was bleeding. The blood was flowing down along his forehead. Strangely, though, he did not look embarrassed. Instead, he seemed

“All I need to do is give her a little of my power. Just a spark. That should stir the Crystal inside her.” Arya’s face hardened. “No. That would drain her Tina, she’s human and we can’t risk that.” “I won’t hold on long enough to harm her. And she isn’t just human, she is the Crystal itself… a little fueling is what she needs.” Tina said. Arya turned to me, clearly waiting for me to refuse. But I didn’t. “Arya… It’s okay. Let her try.” Arya let out a worried sigh and slowly, she stepped back.

I mouthed, trying to reassure her but my quivering lips said otherwise. The first three ladies were all pierced, with their blue blood signifying their lycan heritage. With only I and Steph left, I couldn't help but tremble at the thought of what could befall us. I gulped down an invisible lump in my throat as beads of sweat trickled down my face. “Stretch forth your hand,” Crystal muttered, her eyes glaring daggers at me. With my eyes filled with sorrow, I weakly stretched forth my hand as Crystal's knife pierced it.

He nodded his head in understanding, and I was happy he didn't push it too much, “Look, I know Luna Helen has told you all about the silver wolves, they are real Diana and Ava is one of them as you had seen.” He sighed as he ran his tongue over his lips, “I'm just saying… they may be right about you, you know.” There was a silence that passed between us as I listened to his words. “You have what it takes to be a silver blood, I may not show it often but I do believe you are stronger than you know.” I glanced up at him, it was a bit too late for this wasn't it. I was never joining any fight ever again, I didn't want more blood on my hands.

He bows, “I'll be outside, My Queen.” “Can I get you anything?” Fiona asks just as I make myself comfortable on her couch. I shake my head and gesture with a hand towards the chair opposite of me. She sits. “How did you know I'm a blueblood?” She doesn't seem perturbed by the question, rather intrigued. “When I collected a blood sample the last time you went under heat. I ran a few tests, checked the archive, and a few weeks later..it's only a mixed werewolf that can be a blueblood. It happens once in the last fifty years.”

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.

A crystal with bright red colour that gives off the feeling that it was made with blood. “A dimensional crystal.” Matthew had seen one of them back at the castle where he fought the Scarlett soldier. Why was there a piece of it here? Although it was only the size of his thumb, this crystal was certainly valuable and important. Matthew picked it up anyway and inspected it. “Drake, what do you think?” Connected back to Draco, Matthew asked a question. :I cannot tell if it is what you think. It could just be a normal crystal with the same colouration: Matthew did not think of that. “That is true. Still, if we assume it is…”