Intelligence Knot Crystal Tear Novels & Stories

It was then that all her memories of before came tumbling in her head. Her body then slides down to the white-tiled that was floor of the bathroom. Her head resting on the cabinet that the sink was in. she began to cry hot and angry tears. But what is done is done. Plus it was only time before he would have claimed her anyways. But still, she had hoped that they could start an actual relationship beforehand.

Her head spun, and her body began to tremble. "No, it can’t be," she mumbled. Tears don't waste their chance of caressing her cheeks. "I’m sorry," the doctor replied softly. Crystal looked at Chloe, who was now rubbing her eyes in a futile attempt to see clearly. A tear slipped down Crystal’s cheek as she struggled to process the devastating news. Crystal did not need the doctor to explain alkaline to her. Her brain almost shut just thinking of where to find donors for her daughter's cornea transplant.

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.

His pupils dilate; a slow, dangerous shift, and my heart pounds at the way he’s looking at me now—like I just gave something away, like I just told him something I wasn’t supposed to say. “Not from you?” His breath is steady and measured, but I can feel what’s underneath, the barely restrained tension, the way his body is practically vibrating with it. “You shouldn’t be able to tell.” I swallow hard, my throat tight. “And yet, I do.” His lips part slightly, a slow inhale through his nose, and then his head tilts, just barely, just enough for me to know what he’s doing. He must know I’ve taken inhibitors. He must realize he can’t smell anything on me, that my scent is buried beneath layers of

"Little boss, leave the dirty work to me." I pouted. "Fine. It should have a Crystal Core. Pry it out and let’s have a look." Just you wait. My water attacks won’t be this weak forever! As he spoke, Kevin Keane used his knife to pry open the zombie’s skull. After rummaging around for a moment, he fished out a Crystal Core. It was about the size of a peanut, and after a quick rinse, it was a grayish-white color. "So this is a Crystal Core. So that’s what it looks like."

she urged. “It’ll be much more effective if you take them here inside the Healing Herb Garden.” She carefully brought out the crystal container that held the Sacred Tears and handed it to me. “You’re really giving this to me?” I asked, still unable to hide my surprise. This was no ordinary treasure. It was a priceless spiritual essence condensed from an ancient beast that had already cultivated to the point of assuming human form. One had to understand… An ancient beast had to survive for over ten thousand years before developing true intelligence and awakening its spiritual senses.

His blood was used as the ink for this. “Hold out your hand!” Sloane's fingers grab my wrist. “If I can’t have Kieran, then you have him. I won’t let that fool destroy him.” She drops a glowing tube of enchanted liquid into my palm. The glass burns my palm like I’m holding a snowball on fire. My breath choked in my throat; I staggered back a step, eyes wild, skin cold. “What is this” “These are Kieran's tears,” she says. “Only these tears can stop the stone sickness—the silent curse that turns blood to stone and breath to dust.”

to the orbital needle. The Awakening Kael opened his eyes in the integration chair. The Sanctum was silent again. The brass needles retracted from his skull with a soft hiss. He stood up, his legs shaking. He looked in the polished surface of the quartz columns. His right eye was no longer flickering white. It was now a steady, deep violet—the color of the "Integrated" and the "Quenched" combined. He looked "Fixed," but he felt more fragmented than ever. Jace-Prime’s hologram stood before him. The avatar was no longer perfectly steady; there was a tiny, microscopic "jitter" in his digital frame—a bit of noise that hadn't been there before.

she protested, clutching the small, sharp fragment of glass. "The towers are too far! We need a localized 'Heat Sink' for the data!" Julian snatched the shard and pressed it against Hope’s forehead. The reaction was instantaneous. The crystal, which had been clear, began to swirl with a dark, oily violet smoke. It was acting as a digital sponge, pulling the "Helena-Fragment" out of the girl and into the lattice of the stone. The Collapse of the Crown

They only showed interest when a corpse turns up in the roads. Crystal stood up and dusted her clothes. “Crystal, I –” I hadn’t even finished my words when she suddenly vanished into thin air. I held the vial in my hand and stared at it. “I have an ointment here that would help with the scarring.”