In The Crystal Knowledge Of You Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You have none of those things. You are a name, mademoiselle. A pretty face with a trust fund. And yet you sit in that chair—my chair—because your father owns the building.” The room was silent now, waiting. Watching. Crystal let the weight of his words settle. She didn’t flinch. She didn’t look away. Instead, she reached for a bolt of ivory silk that had been left on a side table. “You’re right,” she said quietly. Luc blinked. “I beg your pardon?”

I work with facts and proof, not faith or crystals. “Pick one,” she opens her palm. I blink because the crystals seem to glow. I point at the blue one, not interested in touching it. She places it on the table, whispers more chants and throws her head backwards. “You carry the end. The end of us all. You wield the blade. You break the wheel. They will come for you. Your end is near, nearer than you think. You carry the beginning. The beginning of a new dawn. You wield the power. They will come for you, and you will die, only if you stop fighting. T … they're here.”

“ You’re saying this thing—this Heart Crystal—depends on me?” Both of them nodded. “ But how? I don’t even know who I am. What if I’m not who you think?” Katana smiled faintly. “ The crystal doesn’t make mistakes. It feels what blood and heart cannot remember.” Her words sent a chill through me. I turned to the crystal again. It glowed faintly, humming softly, as if alive. I didn’t know how to feel—terrified, maybe. Or completely lost. The creatures around us began to kneel again, their voices whispering my name.

Curiosity and disbelief flickered in Crystal's eyes, clearly questioning my intentions. Crystal rose from the bed where she had been reclining and approached me. Raising an eyebrow, she inquired, “What do you want of me? I doubt you offer anything out of sheer generosity.” "Crystal, please take a seat on the bed again and close your eyes. Together, we will navigate the astral realm." As Crystal settled back onto the bed, she echoed, "The astral realm?" "Indeed. Under Marcellus's instructions— he's a warlock—I've gained considerable knowledge. Now, shut your eyes. You'll sense my astral touch, like a cold draft grazing your skin."

Iris's POV: There was only one thing on my mind. He might have thought I didn't know who he was. But, I knew it right from the start. I know his cologne. I know his eyes and I know his touch. And mostly, I know the aura radiating out of him. He has this power radiating through him which makes the others tremble in fear. But, it makes me go weak in the knees and I just love the feeling.

His words faded with surroundings and I closed my eyes thinking, 'Who is Crystal?'

"Don't tell the truth?" "You're delusional," he said. "That baby isn't mine." I opened the box and pulled out the crystal. It was clear and ordinary-looking, sitting in my palm. "This crystal glows gold when held by someone pregnant with Alpha blood," I said loud enough for everyone to hear. "Watch." I closed my eyes and concentrated on the baby and within seconds, the crystal started glowing that same bright gold from yesterday. Gasps went around the diner and I opened my eyes to see everyone staring.

The magnificent marvel in you that you're yet to unfold’ With that, Crystal shrugged herself into the back of my mind, and every one of my other inquiries, shouts, and yelling was dumped at the other side of her deafness. ‘Crystal!’ I continued to yell in my mind for her to come out and answer the rest of what she had said. Acquire knowledge? Magnificent marvel? What's all that? I thought deeply about what Crystal could have meant by those and in what way would those help me, but I got no strings… just then, a loud knock came on my door unexpectedly.

Hidden in the very foundation of their walls, it absorbed every word spoken near it, feeding me their plans like a constant, dripping stream of knowledge. I leaned back in my chair, the dim candlelight flickering across the stone chamber where I sat. The crystal sat atop a carved pedestal, its surface shifting as though alive. I smirked. “Fools,” I muttered. “No matter how hard they fight, they will never see what lurks in the dark.” Closing my eyes, I let my mind attune to the crystal, allowing it to show me what it had recorded. Voices filled my head, distorted at first, but quickly sharpening into clarity.

“The Crystal is missing. It's gone.” What?