Intelligence Knot Crystal Tear Novels & Stories

'I wanted to create something that mimics how Alphas and in the field Deltas can communicate with their pack and teams'. He could Raina's amusement bubbling to the surface, which relaxed him immensely. 'I see', he said. 'And you seem to have done it'. 'I created this device that is made from certain crystals that establishes communication through pack members', Poppy responded back as if it was some sort of simple thing. That was not some simple feat that was easily established and she achieved success. 'Jacqueline programmed the crystals with magic like how you lot are carved with sigils. Crystals are designed to communicate and disintegrate when used by someone that isn't the owner'.

Krystal POV Back at the TK base, I was cross-legged on the floor, spicy ramen steaming beside me, a tray of mochi and matcha chocolates at arm’s reach. My version of dinner—and war fuel. The screens in front of me flickered with real-time updates, chat logs, and data dumps like digital confetti. “Tomas,” I called through a mouthful of noodles, “tell me you have something good.” Tomas didn’t disappoint. He leaned against the edge of the table, a tablet in hand. “We’ve cracked into a few old school records, private legal files, and some encrypted alumni message boards. It's deeper than just Darren and Jeremy now.”

“Here. If you can gather every herb listed here, there may be a chance to cure your brother completely.” Caitlin took the handwritten list. Names like Moonshade Herb, Silverthorn Root, Ashen Moss, Bloodvine Petals, Starfall Lotus, Frostleaf Fern, Ironbark Resin, Eclipse Orchid, and Celestine Powder filled the page. They were rare, but at least conceivable to obtain. Yet the final name stood out—utterly unfamiliar. “Aurelius, these others we can try to find, but this last one, ‘Vitalis Crystal’... what is it?”

" She closed her eyes. And felt the ground. Felt the pulse of each child, each dying river, each mother laying to rest a salt-scattered babe. "No," she breathed, voice cracking. "It's not enough." A low thrum began to swell in the walls. The sigils danced. Ignatius spun around. "What did you do?" Krishna spread her palm her own blood welling from where she'd hammered her nail into her hand moments before behind her back. "A key," she breathed. "I created a key."

When it came to meetings, he was always punctual to meet his guests; this was a norm for him, and so he waited patiently for them in his meeting hall. Suddenly, he felt a sharp stabbing pain in his chest. This had been happening to him ever since he perceived the smell of roses and plums, and unfortunately, that same scent that pulled him to his mate was no more. It was strange that his mate could easily stop having the scent that attracted him to her. Reynold could hear the voice of the rogue outside, perhaps asking a lady if she was okay, but strangely, he couldn't perceive the scent of this woman. Who was she? The last person he knew who was scentless was... Vega, his mate's sister. Just

I said yes. On our bonding night, as our souls and bodies merged into one, I brought out the pouch with sixty-six moonlight crystals. “These sixty-six crystals are for the sixty-six times I can forgive you,” I told him, looking him in the eye. “But if they run out, I’m leaving.” “They’ll never run out,” he growled, pushing me back onto the bed, his eyes blazing like burning stars. “My wolf and my body will only ever crave you. I will never hurt you.”

I’m… here. Which means I’m out. The rush is immediate, a heady cocktail of vindication and savage joy. I beat their rigged game. With no Ability, no points, no help. I used their own cruel rules as a bludgeon and smashed my way free. My player interface flickers to life in my vision, a familiar, hateful blue screen. I ignore the flashing notifications and go straight to my inventory. It’s no longer empty. Sitting in the first slot is a small, crystalline vial filled with a liquid that shifts between emerald green and cerulean blue. The label reads: Artifact: Purifier’s Tears.

“That’s a battle scar! Honey, to be able to drag a cheating Alpha through the mud in front of the entire world like that? I wasn’t that bold even in my youth.” She turned and looked at me seriously. “Lyra told me you have a nose that can smell the soul of a plant. More importantly, you have a heart that can keep a clear head through the worst kind of pain.” She took out an exquisite crystal vial containing a silvery liquid. “This is my unfinished work, ‘Moon’s Tear.’ It requires a special catalyst—an emotion born from the severing of a bond, one of heart-wrenching pain, followed by a rebirth.”

Kajal got silenced at once. Sanvika got tired of sitting outside the ICU listening to the chatter of Kajal. She got up and walked away. The nurse came to her with a plastic bag. “Here are the belongings of the patient.” He told her handing her the bag. Sanvika looked inside the bag. Vivaan’s watch, wallet and bracelet chain were inside. “Is this all?” Sanvika asked the nurse. “We discarded his clothes. They were drenched in blood.” The nurse said.

At her words Hyun Sik's face lit up even more and he walked away from the bed where Soo Min was lying, towards the metal door. He revealed the keyboard, but quickly covered it with his whole body before he started typing the code. You can see that Hyun Sik was very careful, which did not surprise Soo Min. She couldn't forget that he was, after all, the "Cherry Blossom Reaper", the same one who was so brilliantly able to cover his tracks and planned each kidnapping with precision down to the smallest detail.