Harry Potter Crystals Novels & Stories

He shifted his weight, his Lycan claws slowly extending from his fingertips, scraping against the iron counter with a horrific screech. The Hag swallowed hard, her magical glow instantly dying. "The crystal is locked," she spat bitterly. "It’s encrypted with an archaic blood-seal. I've had it for ten years and haven't been able to crack the first layer. Even if you buy it, it’s useless to you." "We aren't buying it," I said smoothly. I didn't ask for permission. I stepped forward and pressed my bare hand flat against the glass dome covering the crystal. Output capacity: 12%. Initiating data extraction.

She squinted as she made her way down the long corridor, illuminated only by small torches on the walls. The first room she encountered was filled with work tables and old shelves. Broken glass tubes were scattered everywhere. A strange liquid seeped from leaking vessels. Some tables still held items that had not yet been tidied away. Pulsating organ fragments, leather pouches filled with dark liquid that seemed alive, and purple crystals that flickered slowly. "What is all this...?" she whispered. “The black wizards… they’re truly mad.” Small glowing objects caught her attention. With curiosity filling her heart, her hand reached out to touch one of the small crystals.

Draco replied, trembling with hatred. Astrid swallowed hard at this. It looked like she said something wrong, and it stirred Draco's bad memories. "Then is the power of Albus' white crystal purifying and healing?" asked Astrid, trying to praise him. "Yes, you are right," Draco replied. “Then why don't you take it with you and use it during the trip? I see you're not feeling well?" asked Astrid.

Smiling, he opened it to reveal three crystals, each a different color. Annalise and I both gasped as memories rushed back, unbidden and vivid. Our mother had given us each a crystal, saying that each of us had a unique gift, something special that set us apart. Annalise took the blue one, Noel took the black, and I reached for the red. As soon as our hands closed around them, the crystals glowed, releasing beams of light that converged on the base of the fireplace before dissolving into dust. Annalise stepped forward, using her powers to move the blocks from the fireplace. She knelt down, placing her hands on the ground, her eyes closing as she began to whisper a spell. The earth trembled,

The Moonstone pack once had werewolves so powerful that they could harness power from crystals to heal others. Clear quartz, once an easy-to-come-by crystal, was now as rare as painite. Yet, those who do have it wear it as a symbol of the past; no one has had the power to harness healing magic, which is why most werewolves rely on witches’ magic instead. I told Rey about the crystal, how every time I saw it, it made me feel like I was close to my mother again. “It took not as much convincing as I thought it would with your father for him to entrust me with it. I had it encased in a silver barrier and put on a chain, so you can have it with you at all times.”

KAYLA. “The crystal is what they call an amethyst, but this one is a little different.” “It could have been doped with something by the witches since a very long time, designed to only recognize the chosen ones” Lucien said and it had been half an hour since we got back home but there was still an arch between my eyes. He’d only come back after wearing on some clothes, more determined to prove all of this to me. But let it be known that, it would take more than a century old book about hybrids and supernatural for it to really sink in.

I lift it, my heart tightening, and for once the words are clear enough to read. *Twin draco from obsidian stone For who will prevail may sit thy throne, The forgotten one will rise awake Balls of magic, so little to take. Crystal fortress of missing stone, Find by the stealer of the sacred bone, Once you leave, consider it the last, For no one sees her more than once.*

Today, he was about to buy another one for her. The shop assistant explained with a smile, "This is made of colored glaze, but it is actually a natural crystal. The material of this hairpin is rare and very precious." The glass was also crystal. Rare crystal was a gem. Simon looked at the price, picked up the hairpin, and threw it to Gladyce's hair. "Take it with you." "Hehe." Gladyce's hair stood on end. "Yes." The shop assistant was delighted. "Thank you, Sir. Thank you, Miss."

Finding my way to Crestbane main library, I make a calculated sneak-in into one of their closed-off rooms, which is hiding several rare spell ingredients that can only be assessed by members of the university council If I had told any of the princes that I needed access to this room, I have no doubt they would have made it possible for me to access it without breaking a sweat. But I can't tell them shit. Asad will have millions of questions. Besides, I'm a Proselyte. What in the gods name will I be doing with such a magnitude of spell ingredients? When I see about a dozen or more starlight crystals, I almost shed a tear of gratitude to Deskar, even though I'm not a fan of him and his cohorts

Blake asked while whipping out a printed map from his pocket and spreading it out in front of Hyacinth, “show me where it is on this map and we’ll take a helicopter there this second.” “Relax, it’s not a place I can pinpoint on a map because it’s hidden from human eyes and not included on a common geography map,” she pushed the map back to him. She raised the object in her hand,“This glass shard is from a special wand made from amethyst crystals that transport you to unknown realms to witness or recreate powerful moments from thousands of years back. And my guess is that they returned to the first blood moon altar so that the results of their barbaric ritual would be more potent.”