Jewel Shards Inuyasha Novels & Stories

They followed back to face and take captive the great enemies to the rest of the elders of the tribes, with that, the prize of each one of them were the jewels that represent their jades, in addition to which each one would gain immortality. - My sister, gentlemen? – He begged. - We can't bring those who have already crossed over to the other side. – An elder said. “She's in a better place if that makes you any happier. - Oh God. - He cried between a howl, falling to the ground. - Don't worry big warrior, I'll take care of you. - The human said. - Do you want to receive your prize now, a****n? – He questioned her.

“Tell that to the glass in your face. f**k. Lucifer’s going to be pissed.” I frown. I guess I missed that. Jynx walks over to the Crawlercicle and with a swift kick, shatters the Crawler into pieces. She looks down at the broken chunks of ice and Crawler bits in disgust. “Still think you don’t need me?” She holds out her hand and I take it. She easily lifts me to my feet. “You look like shit.” I smirk. “Well, that’s the look I was going for.”

"Man, that was intense. I'm sweating in real life. My heart rate monitor is freaking out." Jinx walked over to the bodies of the Cultists near the core. The loot was glistening on the floor. "Hey, look at this," she said. She knelt down. "They dropped a unique item. 'Corrupted Memory Shard'." She picked up a jagged, glowing red crystal. "Don't touch it," Ren said instinctively. "It's probably vendor trash. Or a trap." "Wait," Jinx said, her voice dropping. "The text on the shard... it's not gibberish. It's not runes. It looks like... a list."

A crystal vial. “You made it!” Perry’s voice wrapped my head making me smile. Not a moment later, Ashley turned up by our side, and just like Perry something was caught between her teeth. “What is that?” I asked. “I think it’s the Antler Shard.” she linked, looking at me. “What’s yours?” she gushed excitedly, and I looked down at my petal, wondering if it meant anything or nothing at all. “I don’t know.” I said honestly, unintentionally triggering myself to shift back in my human form.

She tossed the Lion's Fang aside and used her considerable strength to pull the arms off the steely menace. Zinjo saw what his mate had accomplished and followed suit. The fight was over moments later, with the automatons motionless in the streets dismembered. "You have learned well on our journey, dark princess." Metal creaked and bent as Aurelia pulled the jewel free and examined it. Beneath the crystalline surface, a glowing orb with eyes stared at her. "Have you looked at the jewel yet?" "No," Zinjo took a moment to rip the jeweled heart out of his opponent and examined this. "Magic helped make this," he said in a worried tone.

“I found it.” Shigure stepped between us. “This is not what it looks like.” “That sentence has never helped anyone.” Cael glanced at him. “I warned you.” Shigure ignored him. I pointed at the glass sphere. “What did you take from Kiyomi?” “A memory shard.” “For whom?” Neither answered. White water climbed my wrists. Cael leaned one hip against the altar. “You have Raiken’s temper now.” “Answer me.” Shigure lifted the sphere. Blue light flashed across his face.

The Academy had built its justice on Dusbane blood, then turned around and called us cursed. I stepped into the center cell and felt the floor respond, stone warming beneath my boots like flesh recognizing flesh. The geas on my wrist flared silver, brighter than it had burned since I woke in Lumira's body, and the light revealed something wedged into the corner where wall met floor. A shard. Black as obsidian, thin as a knife blade, humming with a frequency that made my teeth ache. "Do not touch it," Seraphina said from the doorway. Her barrier magic flickered weakly, barely enough to light the chamber. "It could be warded."

Steady. Bathed in the slow, rhythmic indigo pulse of the Moonstone fragment suspended in its containment field above the obsidian desk. The shard was hot—not hearth-warm, but forge-hot. Sulfur and ancient lava. Pressure without mercy. The air around it felt heavier, as if the room itself were being forced to kneel. Phoenix adjusted the holographic scanner. Light lines unfolded, mapping the crystal’s internal lattice. Four pieces. The geometry was absolute. This indigo shard was only the base—the grounding element. Without the heart, the crown, and the anchor, it was nothing more than a loaded weapon.

Understanding, I reached into the inner pocket of my jacket and pulled out the small, cool obsidian shard I carried as a ward. He took it. Holding it between his thumb and forefinger, he ran the tip of his other index finger across its surface. His finger glowed with a concentrated, molten silver light. The shard pulsed in response, a dark echo to his power. His eyes met mine, hard and certain. “Isaac’s men want to use the mark on you to find the shard.” It wasn’t a question. He’d pieced it together from whatever intelligence network he commanded. He handed the shard back to me, his jaw set. Then he made a quick call.

He glanced around, his tone casual but firm: “Well… it’s been a few days. Now, can you finally tell me—what exactly do you have in your possession?” The air tensed slightly. No one spoke, but their responses came nonetheless. Elias moved first. From his pocket, he withdrew a small glass case. He opened it gently, revealing a faintly glowing shard—the very one Livia had found in the cave and entrusted to him. The shard caught the angled light, reflecting a soft golden sheen, like a relic whispering ancient secrets. Another man in black said nothing. He simply reached into his coat and handed Jim a photo—one that showed a different fragment, uniquely shaped but equally intricate in its engravi