Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: Echoes Of Time Novels & Stories

"I can handle it. I know how rare and important those gems are but if you want to search for the people responsible for the death of mum and dad then just do so. I need them found and killed so we can move forward." "So you want me to give up on searching for the gems? What if that's the only way to locate their murderers?" Cage challenged him. Those gems were not like the normal ones. They held mystical powers. It was said that with it, they could never be defeated during an attack. And for the past hundred years, the Lycans have never been defeated in a battle before. Until it got stolen. "I just don't want to keep living in the past, Cage. I want to find my mate and get married. There are

Chapter 66 — Aria's POV The extraction chamber had become my personal hell. Today they'd added something new — corruption crystals that resonated with my curse marks, creating loops of pain. “The hybrid's spiritual wavelength is destabilizing,” one of Azrael's researchers reported, monitoring magical readings. “The corruption is reaching deeper layers.”

The circle flared beneath her, violet and silver colliding, then settling into a steady pulse. “She won’t escape this,” she said. Her smile was thin, sharp. “She won’t have the chance.” I lifted the crystal. Its glow bled across my knuckles, eager, hungry. The mages stood ready, cloaked and silent. Chloe’s eyes gleamed in the torchlight. The whole chamber seemed to lean toward me, waiting. I closed my fist around the crystal and whispered, “Come.” The stone flared white-hot, searing against my palm, and the tether unfurled like a thread cast across the void.

Crystal suddenly freezes. "Crystal? Hey Crystal stop playing around. Hey, snap out of it!" Her aunt shouted while shaking her. Just then her eyes changed colour. The left being light blue almost white and the right deep red almost like blood. The voices that came out her mouth were a mixture of an Angels voice and a Demons voice saying in perfect sync, "IT IS ALMOST TIME MY LITTLE WOLF. TIME TO SHOW THEM WHERE YOU STAND IN THIS PATHETIC WORLD. BE PREPARED FOR TONIGHT IS THE NIGHT." And just like that she snapped out of the trance while clutching her head.

A delicate chime, soft as glass, touched by wind. Her eyes flew open. A rush of memory flooded her mind. She remembered Elara’s words. “Look beyond what you see.” She took Hopes hand, her heart pounding, and together they searched the chamber. The chime grew louder, as they neared a narrow crevice in the wall. Like a window, carved naturally by time. Beyond it shimmered something vast and luminous. A crystal. Enormous, jagged and radiant. It’s light bathed the chamber in shades of silver and blue. It’s hum alive, pulsing like a heartbeat.

I can no longer control my response even though I know it's wrong. This time, the white light is a combustion of energy that ignites the room. The heat is everywhere. I scream in pain - the burn so intense my flesh seems to melt. Tyboll's roar is no less painful. He falls against my back and holds me to his burning flesh as his shouts continue. We are dying. The Goddess is punishing us.

"In doing so, you have caused a rift in the continuum of this realm." Richard stepped forward, his protective instincts kicking in. "Who are you?" "I am Chronos, the Guardian of Time. Every memory recalled every moment relived, alters the fabric of time in this realm. You've set events into motion that could unravel the existence of countless worlds." I clutched the Lumina Crystal tighter. "We didn't know. We were just trying to save Richard from the spell." Chronos's gaze softened slightly. "Intentions, no matter how noble, have consequences. To set things right, the rift must be sealed."

"No way! This is not happening!" I said to myself while looking at the mirror. Why is the reflection on the mirror different? Her eyes, were glistening purple, sculpted upon her creamy face like dazzling amethyst. Strands of molten gold tumbled out of her scalp, cascading down her back like a waterfall. Lips as red as roses, crystal white teeth, hourglass-shaped body. This girl is the perfect cover for FHM magazine or she could be the next Victoria Secret Angel! Hold on, her appearance is similar to the character design of Valeria Falsen that I drew for Callista's novel.

"Come on, don't give me that look. Like I told Adrian, I don't mind any of you dating. Just be aware of the risks that come with the territory. Besides, getting angry about you finding your other half when I found mine wouldn't be fair. Of course, we will set some boundaries, but that can be discussed another day. And it seems to me you're not the only one." Cassian, Jack, and Poet were looking like lovesick puppies. Chris chuckled. "I guess we've finally completed our family," "Yeah, I guess we did." I thought. "You are a five-member group called the Crystal Claws." My attention was drawn. "No wonder they think they're untouchable," Parker said. I knew they looked familiar. "The elders have