Novel & Cerita Final Fantasy Crystal Chronicles: My Life As A Darklord

She also says that as far as abilities are concerned, she has had them since she was young. “I can always ask Crystal to help,” Lymiria says. “Who is Crystal?” I asked. “She is the first black crystalline opal dragon. She is also my many greats aunt.” Lymiria states. The entire room looks at her. None of us knows what to say. If what she is saying is true, then that makes her over 1000 years old. That is amazing. Travian tells her to please contact her. I can see the excitement on Ty’s face. It makes me happy to see a smile on her face. My boys are sitting on either side of her. I am glad that they found their mate in her.

THE MASTER OF THE DARK CRYSTAL The dark figure stepped forward, its eyes blazing with malevolent energy. Maya, Arin, and Aria could feel the air grow colder as it approached, as if the very presence of the figure was draining the warmth from the air. "Who are you?" Maya asked, her voice firm but cautious. The figure sneered, its lips curling up in a cruel smile. "I am Malakai, the Master of the Dark Crystal," it said. "And you, mortals, are no match for my power."

I didn’t want that to change. When Ricka kept shut, Crystal resumed walking, pretentiously waving her cane on the floor as a guide. To everyone, Crystal was fully blind, but I was different. I was the one who caused her condition, so I should know. No matter what happens to a dragon’s eyes, it can still see people through their heat signatures, but for some reason, Crystal decided to hide that secret. Crystal. Crystal. Crystal. Every fucking time. That was all I thought about half the time she was present. I hated it. I lifted the chalice before me. “A toast to greatness and my soon-to-be Luna, who would make it easier to rule.”

"Nothing like a trophy to make a story believable." The blood itself would be useful for the dark elf. Although, Bartlos didn’t want to know the details of how it would be used. In the end, he knew that he would be rewarded. Serving the House of Maelis always has its benefits.

Him. Elara crawled to a small hollow at the base of a rock, tucking herself into its shadows. She pressed her palms to the ground, letting her magic sink into the earth. Her heartbeat slowed, but the memory of his crimson gaze refused to leave her mind. The Dark Prince—Kael—was real. He wasn’t a threat from a storybook or a nightmare. He had found her.

But I could see what filled the room. Crystals. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They stood in rows on metal stands, each one about the size of my head, glowing with different colors. Purple. White. Blue. All pulsing softly with contained magic. I walked between the rows, my footsteps echoing in the vast space. Each crystal hummed with power, and as I got closer to them, I could see shapes moving inside. Faces. Bodies. Souls. These were Mother’s attempts to bring back Lyra. Every single one was a failed experiment—a soul she’d tried to use, a spell that hadn’t worked, a life she’d destroyed in her quest to resurrect her dead daughter.

Elyra’s smirk remained, dark and taunting, as if she expected me to crumble beneath her hand. She barely looked winded from the devastation she had already wrought. I had hoped the explosion would drive her back—maybe even destroy her. I had been wrong. She lifted a clawed hand, dark magic writhing at her fingertips like living tendrils. A bolt of unholy energy shot toward me. I barely had time to brace before the impact hit, scorching through my defenses, sending a jolt of raw agony through my bones. “The crystal may have chosen you,” she murmured, tilting her head, “but you’re nothing more than a fragile little girl playing warrior.”

I said, the calmness in my voice surprised even me. The seer blinked in surprise, but nodded. He placed my hand on the sword and began some ancient chants in their tongue. He then poured ceremonial oil over my hand that was on the blade, and as the final words left his mouth, a flash of silver light appeared around my hand. "By the laws of the realm and the ancient blood pact," the high seer intoned, his voice booming through the chamber. "The bond is forged. Princess Diana Blake of the human Kingdom is now declared the chosen mate and wife to Prince Draven Volk of the Dragon Kingdom. May the Creator guide your union."

“You are so beautiful, dark dragon,” Madchen reached her arms around his neck, never wavering her gaze. “As are you, Madchen, and I love you,” Drago crashed his lips onto hers, searing her mouth with his passion.Black wings erupted from his back, engulfing Madchen in a cocoon of protection. He didn’t care that he was standing stark naked in front of his gathering family, all he cared about was that Madchen accepted him for what he was, a dragon who had found his mate.

A stone altar was positioned in the middle, and another black crystal lay above it. Kyra stepped closer to the altar. "This must be it." Eldon came to see the gem with her. "It has strong protection. This is going to be difficult.” The ground shook around the altar as Eldon readied himself to unleash the containment spell. Waves of dark energy shot out from the crystal. The shadowy sorcery caused the lifeless flora surrounding them to come to life. "Get ready!" With a yell, Kyra pulled out a blade. "We’ve got company!"