Nascent Kaleidoscope Novels & Stories

Chapter sixteen: A new dawn Late summer sunshine gilded the facade of Montrose Hall as Isabelle Montrose stepped into the grand gallery annex, her breath catching at the sight before her. Rows of mahogany easels displayed her charcoal and watercolor drawings—renderings of flickering embers, twisting serpents, interlaced keys, and the silver blue flame she and Alexander had kindled in Saint Brigid’s crypt. Each piece was accompanied by a brief inscription in flowing Latin and English, celebrating the Ember Circle’s rebirth in truth.

"Kael, look. They didn't just die. They became the information." The Akasha-Parasites, once translucent moths of "Un-Memory," had undergone a physical transformation. Overwhelmed by the "Black Synthesis," the raw density of five billion years of planetary trauma and human emotion, their formless bodies had solidified. They had turned into Memory-Crystals, black, diamond-like shards pulsing with a faint, internal violet light. Each crystal held a specific moment in time: a mother's first look at her child, the terrifying roar of the first Great Reset, the smell of rain on a parched savanna.

He asked and I dropped the book in my hand, startled by his sudden appearance. "Oops, sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." He apologizes and bends to pick the book off the floor, dusting it before handing it back to me. "My name is Ad- Lucian." He said and brings his hand out for a shake. Just a few seconds ago, I saw his eyes switch colors again as he forced his name out. Why do my eyes always see things whenever am with him? I think I need to have my eyes checked. Who knows, I might actually need those glasses I lied about.

’ Trix eyes snapped opened and she met the concerned hazel eyes of Tristan. “Are you alright,” he asked. Trix nodded. “It was just a migraine,” she said glancing behind him to admire the gold panted room, adorned with beautiful and unique artifacts. One in particular caught Trix’s eyes. It looked like a bejeweled egg. It confused her a little since she taught it was supposed to be a dragon egg and why would a dragon egg have jewels on it. As she looked closer she realized that the jewels weren’t made into the shell, the were placed on it.

Like what he said, I held it with both of my hands and just focused on it. “This starfish is really pretty,” I said to him, trying to make my self calm. I don’t want to think of wordly things as he is just trying to make me enjoy here. “Yeah, its so pretty, really pretty,” he said and I faced him again. He ain’t looking at the starfish when he said that. His eyes are directly on to me. He’s not taking them of me. We started at each other for a while and I decided to let go of that stare. I can’t handle it. I just can’t handle his stares at me. The way he look at me, I don’t know. I’m not handling it. It’s making me crazy. Here comes the unusual feeling again. It’s a feeling that I can’t n

oh it's that thing ' " Your artifact is a blue and black necklace with a gold cross in the middle with some inscriptions isn't it ?" the priest looked surprised and asked. " h..how do you know" An evil grin spread across his face as he looked at the priest and reactivated his powers but on the necklace this time " Because it's mine !" .

She doesn't know why but she has a strange feeling about the gatherings. Her heart was pounding when she finally reached the hall. Powerful werewolves ambassadors are gathering around the long wooden table together with her family. Her mother waved at her when their eyes meet. She smiled and walked in their direction and sat in her respective seat. After several minutes, her best friend arrived with his usual grinning face. Maia looked around her. She knows them, but not that much. The school always has its individual subject for them that is called New Generation Alphas. The teachers will discuss their stories from generation to generation. That is why everybody knows them.

It's how he likes it to be. We went to the venue and I recognized a few elders that I've met when I was young. "Actually, this a no parent event and they all will be leaving in a few" Freya said pointing to all the elders that had gathered around the room. And I observed all the males were wearing a mask. I looked up at the three girls beside me with a confused look and they just shrugged.

"In and out. And we funnel the diamonds through the Prague route, same as before. Guns go south. Diamonds go east." Silence stretched between us. I could feel him thinking. Calculating. "We'll need new faces," Alessandro said finally. "Our usual crew is too exposed. Too many eyes on them after Madrid." "Fine. Find ghosts," I said. "Men no one can trace." His footsteps stilled. Then: "And the girl?" My fingers paused on the desk. The girl. Marina. The little chef with soft hands and a nervous heartbeat I could hear every time she stood too close.

He aimed himself like a bullet at the sky. In the Grand Hall, the air turned heavy with the smell of scorched ozone. Kael’s presence in the speakers faded, replaced by a cold, rhythmic clicking. He had left the floor beneath me to become a thief among the stars. Inside the digital void, Kael’s form flickered—a silhouette built from the scent of rain and the texture of pine needles, a ghost stitched together from silver code. Before him rose the 14-B Ledger, a geometric monolith of black glass miles high, humming with five centuries of debt.