Porsha Crystal Novels & Stories

, “she pulled out a folder and small box, “I got the file and a bonus. My mother left me a keepsake.” “You went against medical advice? Really? What’s the keep sake?” “I’m healed. I just needed some blood. I’m good now.” she said as she came over and opened the little box. It’s a necklace. The pendant has a small crystal. It’s purple but it’s glowing. “What is that stone?” I asked. Isaiah looks at it, “No fucking way.” “What?” “I’ve haven’t seen one of these in years! It’s a Purple Altantonite!” Isaiah said excitedly. “These are so rare!”

she said, rising with Elara still in her arms. In the main village, a small crowd had gathered around the fishermen. In the center, on a blue cloth, rested a crystal that seemed made of solidified moonlight. It pulsed softly, emitting a nearly inaudible melody. "We found it near the Whispering Caves," the eldest fisherman explained. "The water there has sung differently since the Healing." Aurora approached, feeling the marks on her arms respond to the crystal's pulse. She didn't need to touch it to know what it was—a fragment of the Cradle itself, detached during the final transformation.

It was almost as if they were genetically modified by the people who held them in captivity. Quintaya’s house was across town, and Isabella drove with Amber next to her. She was given lots of supplies by Winona including very pure quartz crystals and amethyst crystals. She put a large crystal in her room that helped raise the vibrations in there. The younger girl's house was modest and one-story in a neighborhood on the east side of Highway 70 also known as Tunnel Road.

Their iridescence captures the shifting hues of the surrounding underwater world, reflecting the beauty of Aqualeara in miniature. Near the clasp, encircling a small hole, are several amethyst crystals. Their deep purple hue exudes an aura of elegance and magic, artfully complementing the pearls' shimmering radiance. The arrangement of these enchanting amethyst crystals creates a delicate circle around the captivating hole, as if inviting curious souls to peer into the heart of the clamshell's secrets. Nerissa finds herself entranced by the captivating beauty of the purple clamshell, each element thoughtfully chosen to weave a tale of timeless allure and sophistication. It is a true masterpi

Well let's just see. Bianca was wearing a dark green cowl neck dress that had a slit on the left side and her blonde hair is flat-ironed. Luna is wearing a pastel blue deep V-neck dress that accentuated her curves well. Finally Freya is Freya tonight. She's wearing a yellow sweetheart neckline dress and her hair is out in her natural curls and damn she looks sexy in that dress. And I can say yellow is her color. Damn she looks good in all colors. I'm wearing an off-shoulder burgundy dress with a deep long slit on one side and paired it off with black heels and decided on letting my hair out. It's how he likes it to be.

I kneel before the goddess of the moon as she turns to pick up the necklace that will be for a while the stabilizer of my powers. “By the powers and faith vested in me, I bless you, Pandora, with a relentless instinct and a life full of adventures and love.” She recites while decorating my neck with the necklace adorned in silver, with a moonstone pendant. For us, receiving this particular stone is a great honor, since the moonstone is a part of the divine entity that protects us night after night.

The Shattered Soul Crystal was an extremely special precious crystal. One of its characteristics was that it could not be absorbed slowly. With just a crack, all the energy would gush out of the crystal and would be wasted if it was not immediately absorbed into one’s body. A person might only come into possession with one or two of the Shattered Soul Crystals in their entire life. Wasting such precious energy was worse than wasting heavenly objects.

They had come to her office last week, all three of them, their faces pale with shame. "We wanted to apologize," Chloe had said, her voice trembling. Crystal had looked at them—really looked at them—and seen her own past reflected in their eyes. The fear of being invisible. The desperation to belong. "You don't owe me an apology," she had said. "You owe it to yourselves to be better. Starting now." Now she was staring at the gown hung in her private dressing room. Crystal had designed it herself, a princess ball gown in the deepest shade of midnight blue, the color of the sky. Thousands of Swarovski crystals were hand-sewn into the bodice and skirt, each one catching the light.

"She’s sacrificing her humanity for people who used to treat her like a servant. I’m the only one who knows the girl under the stone!" "The girl is gone, Nomo! Look at her!" Zilo pointed out the window. Sofia had dropped to one knee, but not out of weakness. It was because her legs had become too heavy to support. Her silver hair had solidified into jagged, needle-like shards of sapphire that stood out like a halo. Her skin was no longer skin; it was a solid, unbreakable crystal that hummed with a low-frequency power. She was a living monument, a goddess of glass holding back the fury of a Queen.

Then I looked at my cousin, who is sitting between Pryce and me, when she giggled softly and spoke while showing us a thing in her hold, "Using this, Blair." "What is this?" I asked her as she handed me the bracelet with an orange-colored crystal on it. "It's a Mirak's Crystal." She answered, and my eyebrows met in curiosity. What crystal? It sounds familiar.