Lookism Crystal Novels & Stories

Somewhere ahead, water murmured, echoing softly like a whisper guiding us forward. Corin’s pace quickened. “ We’re close.” Moments later, the trees parted — and I stopped dead. A clearing opened before us, bathed in a soft green glow. At its center rose a massive formation of crystal unlike anything I’d ever seen. It jutted from a mound of tangled roots, half-swallowed by vines that shimmered faintly in the dim light. The crystal itself was breathtaking — an ombré of shifting colors that seemed alive: soft pink melting into violet, blue fading into emerald green. The surface glimmered as though tiny stars were trapped inside it.

“Hardly fair. I almost sympathize.” Her eyes flicked toward the altar. The blue crystal. “You used this too?” Lisa laughed, softer now. “Who would be stupid enough to touch something like that?” Without lifting a finger, she drew the crystal into the air with telekinesis. It floated into her palm. “Hm.” She studied it closely. “Someone’s consciousness still lingers here.” Her gaze lifted to the others. “You people are endlessly curious.” Her smile darkened. “What a deathly price.”

Harsh, violent and doesn't even care if she's bruised or in pain. Crystal got herself over with that relationship, she believed that Leo became a monster, that he became too addicted to it, and only wants her for pleasure and not for love that she... needs. And so she left. But Leo, he tried looking for her. Yet he never found her. So he found himself a habit... seeking for a woman who's likely to be a bit familiar with her face. With her hair and eyes, but nothing. And so he tried to just forget about her, used the women to do it, he found some women who loved the way he want it to do, some were forced, some almost died from his deadly touch. Yet none of them made him forget about her. Her

Valerie comes close and looks at the bracelet. “These crystals are also very powerful and often seen as protection stones. The 2 black ones are black tourmalines that shield you from bad energy and the one in the middle is smoky quartz that gives a sort of invisibility. Which is perfect for the spell.” Mom smiles big. “And the links be removed and put back as she grows so it always fit.” She shows us how easy it will be to fit it to the right size.” “Perfect.” Valerie looks happy. But then also a little bit nervous.

Lilac was assured that she drank it and she drank the one she has, unknown to her that beneath Crystal’s lively and naïve smile, was a devious grin where the expression is lightly displayed over the devious glint in her eyes. ‘If you want to mess with me, you need to do better.’ Crystal thought to herself and crossed her arms. She doesn’t know what exactly the powdered contents were, but whatever it is, it might bring her the entertainment which she’s looking for. This is going to be entertaining.

Liza just remembered she had my damned phone? I ignored it... for the first time ever and went into the closet to pull out my bag that had my crystal residing within. I clutched the cold stone like structure in my hand and closed my eyes. I felt around for the energy that resided within me and urged it forward, pouring it into the crystal, causing it to emit a faint purple glow. "Find the object of my unease Find the hidden magic I cannot see Travel the miles and pass the trees Show me what isn't meant to be seen."

The glass crashed to the floor, shattering with a sharp, echoing crack that silenced the nearby conversations. "Oh no, Isabella! Why are you so clumsy!," Amelia groused, her smile vanishing. Marco, however, didn't say a word. He just frowned and stepped forward to grab Isabella's hand, his fingers carefully checking for cuts. Isabella stayed silent, her lips pressed into a tight line. If she hadn't heard what they were planning, if she didn't know the wine was drugged, she might have believed his concern. But now, she knew it was all a performance.

Between them, on a small steel table, sat an object Sierra could not immediately categorize. It was crystalline. Roughly the size of a closed fist, faceted in a way that suggested it had been cut rather than formed naturally. Clear, except for the faint luminescence coming from inside. Not reflecting light. Generating it. Sierra stopped three feet from the table. The crystal did not glow. It ignited.

The girl raised her head from the table, adjusting her hair and pushing it behind her left hair, then she said. “Huh, excuse me?” and just like that, he froze. Behind him, Liam whispered. “Fuck, who is that?” he asked. Whispering back, he said. “I have no idea, but fuck she’s beautiful.” He said them very low, under his breath so Liam was the only one that heard him. He was still looking at the girl he had never seen before. Must be the new girl. She was so fucking beautiful and the first things he noticed about her were her pink shiny lips and intense green eyes. They were the greenest eyes he had ever seen in his life. She had a perfectly straight nose and her teeth were white and straight

He said, with the calm of a monk ‘It just feels good. Until we were seven and Clarisse showed up, we were inseparable. He is beautiful, with a charm I have never seen before, even though he insists on his shoulder length hair dyed in black, covering most of his face that gives him a goth look. The orphanage forbids us to have piercings or tattoos, but I’m sure that if we were allowed to have them, he’d have them from head to toe. His blue eyes are not something he can hide, as they are so bright, they could see inside one’s soul. He always had an innocent face, the one that you would follow without questioning. As we grew, he became a 6′3 tall man, with broad shoulders, but as he hates going