Crystal True Blood Romane & Geschichten

He had a blood stain on the knuckles of his right hand and she gasped. It was the first place her eyes went off to, the first thing she noticed about him, and she knew she had been drawn to see it because of the blood. She wanted to walk to him and asked if he was okay and if he wasn't hurt, but she was hurt herself, and he had done that.

Before blood soaks my chest and pools around me, hot liquid comes out of me. “Ethan! Despite the commotion, her piercing, terrified voice reaches me. In my hazy vision, an angelic visage darts back and forth over me. I point my finger at her cheek, but my arm stays still. "I anticipated that you would be my downfall, Princess." Then the world went completely black as my eyes rolled back in my head. Yet I smiled, thinking that the last thing that I saw was .... My wife.

While Tsarayu was sleeping soundly near a beautiful lake at the bottom of the Heavenly Cliff, a strange event was happening in that beautiful transparent crystal necklace that he received from this ancient storage ring. That transparent crystal had turned completely violet as if it was the purple thunder of Heaven itself. As soon as this crystal became violet, it changed from a crystallized form to a liquid form. It took the shape of a droplet of blood, but it was different from a normal human blood drop. It was a completely violet blood drop, pulsating with extraordinary energy.

The cracked crystal lay suspended in the center, rotating slowly, bleeding faint red light across the runes. Sylra stood beside me, hands trembling, holding the final catalyst—a silver dagger, its edge etched with ancient writing. “It’s your blood that anchors it,” she said quietly. “You know that.” “I do.” “And once you start, there’s no turning back.” I met her gaze. “There never was.” I took the blade and drew it across my palm. The blood hit the crystal, and the world shuddered. The air thickened. The floor trembled.

Why could they possibly want my blood? Oh Goddess, am I being ritually sacrificed? My mind raced as I watched my blood drip down to the ground into the crevice before me. As he held my hand and kept squeezing to keep the blood flowing, Crystalla crouched down and started to wave her right hand back and forth over the crevice. Within seconds of her doing this, the crevice filled with a black liquid and mixed with my blood to form a stream. The stream flowed through the circular crevice and began to fill up the inner circle that surrounded me.

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.

I inhaled and held my breath. "I, Crystal Grimme, do hereby reject you, Alpha Adrian Caul, as my mate"

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'