Intelligence Knot Crystal Tear Novels & Stories

Tonight was supposed to be the first calm Friday in forever: no revenants, no Hollow Choir remnants, no oni trying to drag me into a drinking contest under the bleachers. I’m in my room, door locked, chemistry notes spread out like a losing battle. I’m re-drawing the same Vinča symbol on my palm for the 2,114th time (healing wipes it clean every morning, same old routine). Then the bloodstone cracks. A tiny, perfect fracture right down the center. A single drop of liquid starlight (not blood) beads up and rolls down my forehead onto my open textbook. The Crown HUD flickers once. CROWN INTEGRITY: 10 / 47

Finally, he brought up an image on the computer and said, “Look here.” “What is this?” Crystal asked. She was dazzled by what she saw. Nathan: “These are the people who own the same cufflink as the one you received from your Mother.” While Nathan was talking, Crystal took the opportunity to stuff a painkiller into his mouth. He frowned and refused to swallow. “What are you trying to feed me?” he growled. “Relax,” she said. “It is for your headache.” She picked up the bottle of water that was sitting on the desk and passed it to him.

I couldn't see what laid on the other side of him as his body turned blocking the sight of what he placed inside. Rapid knocking form the west corridor doors to his study, put a halt to his task at hand. He quietly closed the safe, swiftly moving the picture back into it's propper place, before he dashed away and out through the west doors following his head guard. I stood there taking small quick breaths, contemplating whether I should go into his study and find out what he was hiding. Before my mind could even finalize this thought, my legs moved on their own accord carrying me inside the room. I made my way over to the painting of my mother. Pausing as I glanced over her beautiful face.

Acting like it’s made of precious and fragile crystal. “It’s an elixir, which contains Leyanne’s own tears. She made it for my grandmother when she needed ailment. I’m not sure what it does, but I used to play with this because it’s so pretty and was scolded so many times. A witch’s tears are a powerful thing and they only gift them to people they trust.” Sierra touches it once more, lovingly, and then retracts her hands and stares at it as though somehow it will magically transform into something amazing. I just see a bottle of liquid glitter and sigh again.

she comforted herself, outstretching her hand to stroke the wide sky. Lumpy clouds dotted the sky, painting a distinct difference between the arctic blue and the pristine white. It was as beautiful as ever. While she was absorbed in the tranquil sight above, something slipped out of her pocket—the half-magnolia jade. Holding it up high, she watched the weight slide to the middle of the blue yarn, shimmering under the sun. Her lips quivered, parted, and shut. Before she could react, tears once again welled up in her eyes as the agonizing scene flashed across the back of her mind...

'Something has changed now because of Crystal, and I doubt that things which will get back as it was previously. #TBC

With a sleepy yawn, the Knight closed her hidden eyes and focused inward. Her Auræ stretched before her like the open ocean bathed in moonlight. It was her inner core, the place were her power was reserved and renewed. Faline delved deeper, searching for some sort of tell. But the only not-her that she could sense was the flickering fragments of her own white Auræ that identified her as the bearer of the Blood Star's ice element. Chapped lips frowned in contemplation. If Hanna was correct about her having a Telekinetic Kryst, then she would have seen it within her inner core while the child was still unborn. However, Faline couldn’t determine if that was truly the case. If it was true, then

Her tear gland must have dried out. No more tears came for she had been crying for long. She had blown her nose over and over that it was beginning to get sore. She was torturing herself searching for answers she would never find. How would she move on from here? Her life would be totally screwed up without him. She would be wretched. He was the only reason she breathe. In Tesot, she had found the greatest satisfaction of her life. She had found a man of her dreams, perfect in every sense, meeting every bit of component of an ideal husband of her childhood fantasies. She had found love much more fulfilling than anything.

“You just have to promise me, that you won't do anything to harm yourself.” There was a brief silence in the room and Crystal’s eyes fell from her sister’s intense ones and she stared at her broken nails, nails she chipped unknowingly in the shower. But was it unknowingly? She chipped them by dragging them across the edges of the wall tiles, it was pretty much intentional.

Unconsciously tears start to slip from my eyes and my heart rate spikes, evident by the steady beeping of the heart rate monitor changing to rapid irregular beeps. "Mom, t-th-ey had her." I choke out through the craze of tears and sniffles.