Holy Crystal Novels & Stories

Joel) Joel pointed at a large crystal, that was present perfectly in the middle of the plaza, at the moment, there were a few men dressed in uniforms busily preparing something at the base of the fountain clearly preparing the crystal. “That beautiful crystal?…”.(Mr.Taran) “Yes…that is the Holographic Broadcast Crystal…and it can project videos and images for everyone to see…and today is a special occasion, where the Night time news will be aired live…and the news was being broadcast not just here…but to the entire Aeternum territory and also to a few allied nations as well…naturally we all are here to watch it….and soon enough…you will see one of the point that makes Aeternum different from

“You sat in that confessional and told me exactly how you wanted to ruin the boy who used to put the hymnals away. Now look at him. Look at what you did. Taking you on the same cabinet where I hang the vestments. Fucking this greedy cunt while the sanctuary lamp is still burning.” He shifted his angle and the head of his cock dragged over the spot inside her that made her vision spark. Helena’s third orgasm hit like a wave—body locking up, a sharp cry torn from her throat, more wetness flooding out around his cock and dripping down the front of the cabinet. Tomas fucked her through it without slowing, the wet sounds growing filthier, her juices coating his length and the polished wood. When

But would he? “With Eternal Damnation I now declare: Chaos is my handmaiden and its power my footstool!” Crystal’s clear voice was like the cry of a canary on a dull, cloudy day. But this was no canary. And her voice didn’t bring joy to the one who was here to hear it. *Boom*

The coven wanted to get closer, as did Esmee and Rodolf, attracted by its power. ‘Stay away from it!’ Moon warned fiercely. Her look was concerned, but her eyes also sparkled with the appeal of the crystal. Maddie took it in her hand and turned to Omem, Liza, Anke and Jente. Esmee had Rodolfs hand. ‘Chriostail dhubh mura h-eil e (Black crystal if not clear) Seall do dath fhíor (Show your true colors) Air a ghlacadh ann am boghafrois

but thankfully, the red was gone. I took a sigh of relief and straighten my back, wearing that black holy cassock over my shoulder and pure white collar around my neck; a symbol of my chastity from so many years, couldn't remember the exact date though...or year in my case. “ Father, the wolves have arrived"

she rumbled out. " You should because I'm scared, " Crystal said and sighed. " I can feel it in me Olivia, it's not as simple as you think," she added. "Do not talk to me in parables crystal. Just tell me what it is all about!" She snapped. She was getting so impatient yet her wolf wasn't helping anything. "Whenever you release the stone of tears…" Crystal had called it, the exact thing the priestess had called it. Since it had two names, she preferred to call it the healing pearl. The stone of tears reminded her that she had to be sad to bring the stone out.

she said, rising with Elara still in her arms. In the main village, a small crowd had gathered around the fishermen. In the center, on a blue cloth, rested a crystal that seemed made of solidified moonlight. It pulsed softly, emitting a nearly inaudible melody. "We found it near the Whispering Caves," the eldest fisherman explained. "The water there has sung differently since the Healing." Aurora approached, feeling the marks on her arms respond to the crystal's pulse. She didn't need to touch it to know what it was—a fragment of the Cradle itself, detached during the final transformation.

Aamon's P.O.V I sat at the head of my grand oak table, contemplating just how I should punish Luci for her childish actions. I picked up a crystal glass of fresh Nightingale blood taking a long sniff of its subtle sweet aroma. My mind taking me back to a time where I had the pleasant experience of drinking my wife’s blood for the first time. I glanced towards my granddaughter Emma, her pale face held upwards she was staring at the ceiling in deep thought. I brought my glass to my lips, swirling the Goddess’s gift before taking a deep drink. This ones’ blood was different, it held a spicy aftertaste of magic. Curious.

Within, the floor shone like polished pearl, reflecting every flicker of light from the high windows. At its heart stood an altar, not grand or gilded, but carved from a single block of translucent crystal. When the light struck it, colors shimmered through its core, scattering across the walls in fractured rainbows. Wolves gasped, some bowing low instinctively, others whispering prayers beneath their breath. This was not just a temple - it was a promise. A place of remembrance. A place to lift eyes and voices to the Goddess who had not abandoned them.

The spirits within the crystals hummed in a harmonious cadence, signaling the commencement of the mystical exchange that would unveil the truth I sought from the depths of the ancestral realms. As essence of my revelation settled within the crystals, an arcane energy stirred in the air. The crystals, responding to the truth shared, began to resonate in unison. In an enchanting display, they moved with an otherworldly synchrony, converging at the center of the altar. A hushed whisper hummed through the clearing as the crystals coalesced, their individual glows blending into a mesmerizing dance of colors. The air itself seemed to vibrate with the ancient power channeled through the united spir