Romans & histoires Intelligence Knot Crystal Tear

I squealed, knowing she wouldn't be able to resist my blue eyes. “Fine! You don't have to give me those eyes, you know,” she rolled her eyes at me with a soft smile. “The Crystal is like a puzzle, it can only be activated when each piece has come together. That is the more reason it shouldn't have fallen into the wrong hands. You should be thankful your bond with that pendant isn’t broken yet. You and I wouldn't have been having this conversation right now.” She breathed those words, staring into my eyes. “Well, I hope you can now finally allow me to get some good rest now.” She smirked.

A blue Crystal known as the space dolphin's tear would always fall off. This was when Lucas concluded...This was certainly his brother's doing....

I cry for them. The warm golden glow begins to grow out of Trev as more of my tears fall on him. And it dawns on me. My tears, they can heal. My body, my mind, my soul, can harm and kill in an instant. But, my tears, can save the wounded, mend the broken. My empathy can be the salvation. I can just as easily kill as I can cure. So, I cry some more. The more I cry, the faster his wounds stitch back together. Color returns to his face and his eyes open to look at me as if I am an angel. Trev reaches a hand up and holds my face as my tears keep streaming down.

She asked and Lyra shrugged, hands now deep in her bag. “But if I don't try then the Alpha king will have my head and we don't want that” Lyra muttered under her breath and Dorothy felt bad. It was because of her that other people were dragged into this. “Aha found it!” Lyra screamed as she had something clutched in her grip. She walked to Dorothy, placing the crystal necklace in Dorothy’s hand. “This is something that weakens mate bond. It is rare because it is said to have a drop of the Moon goddess' tears. It will not immediately break the bond but this will do before I can find a solution”.

Silent tears rolled down my face. Why? Why couldn't I just have a normal family and a happy life? I never wanted to hurt anyone. I never even got involved with the things they did. But maybe I wasn't innocent either. The money that was used to raise me was dirty, stained with blood and tears. No matter how much I tried to deny it, I couldn't escape payback forever. I just never thought the price would be my own family trying to kill me. When Neil saw me crying, his whole face darkened with fury.

she whispered, and with a surge of strength, she threw him off, her hand reaching for the Tear. I scrambled to my feet, my vision swimming, and lunged for the crystal. My fingers closed around it, its warmth flooding through me, and for a moment, everything stilled. The Tear’s power hummed in my veins, ancient and alive, whispering of strength, of bonds, of love. Lydia screamed, her magic lashing out, but I held on, the Tear’s light flaring brighter. “Kael!” I shouted, tossing it to him. He caught it, his eyes blazing with determination. “Sylvara, now!”

"This is not fair Lewis. Why? Why!" She followed him back in the bedroom. He was already dressing up acting as though he couldn't hear her. Lewis could see her crying in the mirror as he adjusted his tie. Brown skin, with black lustrous hair though unkempt she still looked beautiful, milky eyes with a greyish pupil, thin nose bridge between them, fresh heart shaped lips. Firm breasts on her chest, slim but curvaceous figure. He exhaled sharply and turned around looking remorseful. Her tears melted his heart. They always did. "Hey..."

I hold my breath, terrified that my grip will crush its fragile ribs. I step back out into the corridor. Nina has her face buried in her hands. The kitten lets out a high, pathetic mewl. Nina snaps her head up. Her eyes fill with huge, heavy tears that spill down over her scars. She covers her mouth to muffle a sob. Novalee appears at the top of the stairs, her breath rattling in her throat. She is holding a cracked quartz crystal in her right hand. The stone is pulsing with a sick, erratic light, shifting from a dull blue to a toxic, oily green.

He pushed himself up onto his good elbow, a sharp grimace of pain tightening his jaw as the movement pulled at his stitched wound. "Come back to bed," he commanded. It was not a request. It was a gravitational pull. Chloe walked back to the edge of the mattress. She held the crystal tumbler out to him. Julian took it, his large hand wrapping around the glass. As he drank, Chloe eyes locked onto the exact placement of his thumb. He was pressing his bare skin directly against the smooth, polished crystal. That glass held the first half of the biometric key she needed to break into the offline ledger.

Mark reached for it, but I clutched the crystal to my chest. "It's private!" In the struggle, the crystal was ripped from my neck. Riven took it and tried to activate it. Nothing happened. "What's wrong with it?" he scowled. "It's sealed," I said, my voice ice. "It requires a key. A memory only we should share." "What memory?" "You've forgotten?" A hollow, cruel laugh escaped my lips. "The first words you ever spoke to me. The moment our bond snapped into place." Riven froze.