Harry Potter Crystals Novels & Stories

The twins out all four their hands over the button pressing it down in one go. Crystal walked through the door thanking us for letting her in, burnt she looked with shorter hair that was cut by fire, dirt and twigs sticking out of. And a whole lot of smoke covering her face. She held a side bag on her shoulder holding it tighter than she needed to, then began to walk closer into the room. "Can you really save her." Daisy strolled to Crystal pointing her wand at her, unsure of the faith in her. Crystal pulled out a box it had dead gold vines wrapped around it with in open buds, engraved with Lavender name in script on top.

So Jai looked up to see where the light came from, and he saw countless small green crystals lighting up the cave. “Those crystals...” Jai muttered. “Oh, yes. You have good eyes, Jai. Those were the same green crystals you found in the plains. They emit light that you can only see in dark room,” Harry said. “I remember my father gave me one when I was a kid. The small stone is now still on my desk,” Darrion said. Harry chuckled. “That is a very good gift for children. My father gave me one when I was a child too. And I learned here that it was used as illumination by people from old times.”

If I'm not there, maybe they'll be safe and maybe Dante will not come after them and maybe I can stop them from getting hurt. I threw the frame hard on the floor and broke it into pieces. I took the photo away and kept it on the night stand before taking a glass piece into my palm. Just then, the room door opened and Nicky came into the room. I don't want to see them. I don't want to see him. I don't want them. I don't. I don't. I hid the glass piece in my palms and held them behind me. "Iris, listen, we just want you to be safe. We can't take it if we lost you" he said taking slow steps towards me. He looked down at the floor and the broken pieces of glass on the floor and then at my face.

The children in the line gasps, and the chest snaps open. In the chest on a velvet pillow lies a sharp sapphire, and the Headmistress announces. "A sapphire. Apt for a telekinetic." The witches gathered burst into a cheer and clap loudly as the little girl grins, clutching the sapphire. "She'll get that in the necklace form before she starts class," Leita states. "Her aspect belongs to the paranormal category like Matron Aldar's does." “This all looks very Harry Potter-esque.” I muse. Ophelia hears this and shoots me a dirty look. “Do not speak the name of that book in my presence, I beg you.”

My word is final, and I want them safe. “What do you mean, Oloron?” I ask, seemingly shaking him from a stream of thoughts. His eyes snapped to me. “Oh sorry. I mean; I can make crystals that’ll detect the use of poison in food or drinks. I’ll work the spell on a large crystal and split it into the amount of pieces we need, making makeshift necklaces. It will light up, and heat up if it’s not visible. That way we would be warned.” Everyone stared at him, stunned.

His expression had turned serious again, “I didn’t do anything to you. It is just this place. It is so dense with power that your energy isn’t enough to cause even a ripple.” I was going to ask him to explain when a section of the wall slid to the side. My eyes widened and my jaws hung open seeing the sight. There in front of me were crystals of various shapes and sizes. There was zodonite, Qudeks, and even snow pearls. I wondered if all the crystals in Halterland put together would be enough to match the power of crystals the Lycan king had amassed; probably not. He picked up a large pink stone and held it up, “My lifelong ambition has been to defeat the witches. So, I have been collecting

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.

except for the wailing sounds and the sound of something scratching the scorched road getting louder with each passing second. he leaped up like a scared rabbit and ran to the newly erected portal. he fumbled with his magic bag for some seconds before taking out three black crystals the size of a grown man's fist. she placed the crystals in the crystal cup near the portal and mumbled some words under her breath. the gems inlaid on the door frame glowed with different colors before the pitch-black portal glowed red and the ebony beauty jumped inside without looking back.

I feel familiar with this shrine, this is the shrine said by the teacher I met in the afternoon with his student. This temple stands firmly. I entered the shrine, and came to a room where in the middle was a dragon crystal. I immediately approached the crystal, this crystal stood supported by an object. I saw this beautiful dragon crystal. Dragon red heart crystal, hexagon or hexagon shaped. The size is a handful of my hand. With my heart beating fast and my trembling hands I took the courage to touch this dragon crystal, after touching it I immediately pulled my hand back.

[Arielle’s POV] My eyes shone while looking at the treasures that the Seven-Headed Hydra surrendered. There were all kinds of treasures—spiritual fruits, weapons, essence crystals, magic crystal balls, refining materials, gold, and gems. Most of the treasures were shiny and glittering. Well, it’s true that all creatures like shiny things the most—especially dragons. That includes me, of course! Who doesn’t like shiny things?