Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: My Life As A Darklord Novels & Stories

"A private room at The Vault—the city's most exclusive underground exchange. Only seven proxy bidders were invited." "Then Lord Julian is about to learn how expensive it is to sell stolen property," Victoria whispered, tilting her chin up to meet his dark, piercing gaze. "Because I'm not leaving that room without my father's legacy." Alexander’s lips curved into a low, predatory smirk. He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a delicate velvet box. Opening it, he revealed a slender choker made of interlocking black diamonds, centered with a flawless, teardrop-shaped crimson ruby.

"If I become the monarch, what about you? Are you going to become my strategist by name and my puppet master in reality? Is that what you wish to do? Or do you wish to have your name tarnished for eternity?" Crystal believed there was not a single person who did not desire fame and power, especially someone like Draco. "You seem to have a misconception about Draco, but I hope you won’t misjudge me. You and I have the same dream, and that's for Novemton to be at peace. Once you've stabilized your position as the monarch, I’ll retire from the scene, never to reemerge." "Why should I believe you? Step aside, I haven't got time for this." Crystal pushed Adrian away and headed for the canteen. He

She was the strongest witch from her clan, and I was her powerful hybrid child, until they came. The witch who had prepared the Anthurium must have known who I was, and surely had enough grudge against me and my mother to go to that lengths. To perform such a strong potion, a sorcerer must be willing to sacrifice a decade worth of their power - for a decade they will have no power and be unable to conjure up spells and someone had willingly done that in exchange for our death. I was going to find that person, and I was going to make death the easy way out for them. I flung the dead squirrel as far as I could, and with the back of my hand, I wiped my mouth before turning slowly to Damon. A wh

Something within me felt complete. “No, no, don’t stop please.” I said, shaking my head at her as a smile formed on my lips. “I truly was interested in hearing your speech.” “How?” She asked, frowning in confusion as I looked at Crystal whose eyes turned blue as they were. The power that she had inflicted on her dying down as the ground beneath her feet, using my own power, sucked out the darkness. “Dragon, attack.” Crystal didn’t respond to her demand before she walked toward me, lowering her head as she asked for forgiveness. “I said, attack, dragon!”

His third attack made me stagger and the ground shake, but I didn't waver from the blow but from the effort it took to not send that magic out into the world, to find a way to contain it and use it to my own advantage. In a rush of energy, it flooded the crystal in my hand. Gwynn sagged, sobbing quietly, his heart so clearly broken I wished things could be different. "My lord," I said, feeling the crystal in my hand throbbing like a newborn star. "Let me help you return to your rest so you can forget again." His eyes met mine. "Yes," he whispered. "I can offer one last gift," I said as I raised the crystal. "Dream of her, Lord of the Underworld, and when you rise again, find her in your real

She looked at me like I was a naughty school girl making drama for attention. "You're severely mistaken if you believe the shit that just exited your mouth. Hellion is nothing but onyx and obsidian. His spiritual plane throbs and pulsates with magic. I've never seen anything like it before in my life." "You can see colors?" Matilda asked, completely missing my meaning about Hellion. I turned, narrowed my eyes at her. "Yes, I can see colors, you lying bitch. I'm done helping you." I went still, no longer fighting to get free. No longer engaging in anything around me.

Her glass joins mine on the counter, long nails tapping at the glass. “I’m surprised you’re having this much trouble,” Elora purrs. She closes the distance between us, the air shifting. I tense as her nails now drag down my arm as she circles me. Her breath is hot against my neck as she continues, lips brushing against my skin. “You were able to get even the blackest of hearts to fall for you, my sweet Prince. How is it that a Princess has caused so much trouble?” I step away from her. “She sees the monster I truly am, I guess.”

As always, the witches used me as their conduit, concentrating our magic into one big ball of energy so we could break through the deadly spells and safely make our way to the crystal. I hate the vampires’ magic. The darkness of it. Every time I have to channel it, it eats away at me like a leech, draining my positive energy. “Can we just destroy it?” Alfred asks. “No,” I say, as I hover my hand over the crystal. “You’ll trap the souls inside.” “What?” Tully asks. “They’re inside the crystal?” “Some, yes.” “How is that even possible?”

“Doc I need you to please get a sedative ready. As soon as I burn out the dark magic he will start to burn and will shift in self-defence.” Doctor Silas nodded and did exactly what she had ordered. He stood back giving her room to work, the injection ready. Muscles tense as he waited poised on the edge as he watched her approach the still figure on the operating table. Crystal began to glow as she reached the table, she sent a trickle of power into his body. Immediately she felt the backlash of the dark magic flaring out towards her.

Death draws me towards it like we have been attached with an unbreakable string. Maybe it's just a superpower in which I get the last chance to save the person in front of me or maybe it’s a curse. Particularly a Crimson curse, as I like to call it. Through the years the number of deaths I have seen is greater than my age. You would think that death doesn't affect me anymore. You are right to think that because that is what I had thought until 5 days ago.