Deer Crystal Novels & Stories

Behind me, Everett opened a cabinet, ‘Wow, you should see this. Pushing myself to my feet, I strolled over and gasped at the sight of a stunning diadem, entirely silver and with the same swirling design as my amulet, but instead of a black stone, in the centre was a teardrop-shaped moonstone, with smaller and circular moonstone accenting the crown all around. It was simple but elegant, and I knew instantly that this was the crown of a Luna, a true Luna. ‘It’s beautiful,’ I whispered and then sighed, ‘but I don’t think this is it either.’

However, the look on Bran's face was that of a bewildered boy and not that of a truly astonished one. "Sorry, sir, what's that green ball at the middle of the bracelet". "What green ball?" The man wondered. "The ball that have the markings of a flame!" Bran pointed at it. "That's the dragon crystal" the man replied impatiently. "I have a crystal similar to that". Bran dipped his hand into his pocket to pull out the jade crystal he saw in his fish basket. "See, it looks just like it." "What is a dragon crystal, sir?" The vendor dropped everything he had on his desk, just to slide on his two framed glasses for a proper look at the Jade.

she smiled and stood back up to continue brewing her concoctions. Suki smiled and nodded. She flicked through the pages of the grimoire and was in awe at the drawing of the stone – clear quartz, just like the one around her neck, but the drawing made it appear to be a much larger version. “Cassandra, what is this?” Peering over her shoulder. “Ah,” she exclaimed, “you know what that is, you have it around your neck.” “Clear quartz, the crystal of healing.”

’ I sighed as a thank you while he sat my bed up with a remote control, making me much more comfortable. ’You were out for three days. Your body is starting to shift, Kyla. Either you complete the ritual tonight, or you’ll not be able to achieve your full potential. I’m Leon. I am the healer of all vampires. I’m the eighth reincarnation of Galina. And your Dilectus.’ He said that word with such an amazing accent I almost fell out of my gurney. I didn’t feel the will of punching him in the face anymore. But curious me had to strike again. They had to spill the beans; I’m getting dizzy from all of the suspense. ‘Dilectus?’ I asked as calmly as I could, his hand was still weirdly holding mine.

It was light and thin, I unsheathed the sword and looked at the details. S E R A P H I N A was engraved on the sword. A tear escaped from my eye. That is when I heard another cry of a bird. I looked around and I looked uneasy. "I will be guessing that you have heard another cry, rest now my child. You have to depart early in the morning tomorrow." My father sent me back to my room. As I went inside my room, I carefully laid my sword down on my bed and picked up the book of origin and hugged it, and said,

Eirlys POV: My heart nearly stopped dead in my chest. “What is that?” I whispered, staring at the glowing thing. Rhydian looked up at me from where he knelt. “The Bloodstone.” “I’ve never heard of it,” I said. “You weren’t supposed to,” he replied simply. His gaze shifted toward the hallway where Auren was standing. “It only responds to descendants of House Drakhar.” My stomach dropped like a rock. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Zeru carefully looked at it and said, “It looks like a diamond but it isn’t one, mother. Looks more like crystal.” Her mother glanced at her grandmother and then spoke, “Yes, it is just a crystal but it is an heirloom, which makes it very precious, dear. So keep it and guard it with your life. Never under any circumstances will you lose it.” Zeru looked at her mother and said, “Of course mother, I will keep it safe. I promise. After all, it is the only thing I have from father.” Later that night Zeru was lying on her bed looking at the crystal rolling it with her fingers. It was shiny and clear but definitely not like a diamond. She then spoke looking at it, tears in her eyes,

Degas paused, tightening his grip around his cane as he peered out the window. “What were the other four artifacts?” Chris asked, clearly more out of curiosity than much else. Degas seemed to be expecting this question. “The other artifacts were a moonfeather for Moonrise, a shard of moonglass for Moonshine, a moonseed that grew into a mighty tree for New Moon, and a moonpetal frozen in amber for Crescent Moon,” he continued. He paused again, and this time, there was a tense silence in the room as he slowly turned around again to regard Chris with a stern glare.

ALL: Yes! MAYA: Very well then (smiles) 💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥💥 ROSE: Anya! I found something (held a shiny white Crystal) ANYA: That crystal sure is blinding white. ROSE: No, it's like a Ruby, a diamond. ANYA: A diamond? A Ruby? Take your pick (observed the tree close to her) ROSE: More like a diamond?

The crystal is a mesmerizing fusion of vibrant colors, as if a rainbow has been captured and crystallized. Its surface was smooth and flawless, reflecting light in a way that created an ever-changing display of hues. At its core, the crystal emanates a soft glow, like a celestial light source. The glow seemed to shine from within with an otherworldly energy. Dark shades of blue that reminded of the ocean depths blended seamlessly with the vibrant greens, reminiscent of a lush forest. Hints of red and orange like that of a setting sun danced around hues of soft pinks and deep purples. All the while golden streaks danced and twirled inside it. All this to say the thing was fucking beautiful, k