Porsha Crystal Novels & Stories

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.

Adea I stand to greet her and she practically glides over to me. She’s wearing a light blue blouse with a pencil-thin skirt that stops right above her knees. She paired the outfit with black heels. She exudes elegance and grace. “Good morning, Luna,” she says as she offers a perfectly manicured hand out for me to shake. “My name is Kristina Dorosh and I’ll be helping you plan the perfect Luna Ceremony. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Suddenly my eyes fixed on one spot on the page. .. the most remarkable wasn't spirit crystal belonging to God Inggra or Goddess Alina. But the Spirit Crystal of Hope named Nadzieja. Owned by Goddess Shakilla as the Goddess of Hope. A goddess who was very sincere and had a kind-hearted among the gods and goddesses. Nadzieja could grant any wish even though it was impossible. "This spirit crystal was somewhat smaller than the other. Taking the form of a star-shaped pin, making it a symbol of hope for humankind."

Ethan followed her gaze, and his breath caught in his throat. On the platform stood Clara, her back to them, her hands raised as if she were conducting some sort of ritual. Floating over her, suspended in mid-air, was an enormous crystal, beating with the same green energy that streamed through the dividers. The crystal's surface was smooth, but inside its profundity, Ethan could see twirling designs of light that appeared to move and alter with each of Clara's movements. “She’s trying to tap into it,” Selene said, her voice barely above a whisper. “Whatever that crystal is, it’s the source of all this power.”

Crystal is an Omega, but now she's carrying the bloodline of an Alpha, then she is eligible to be with him! Crystal was still left speechless and shocked when Ramos continued, "I wanted an heir and everytime all the tests failed no matter how strong that she-wolve was. Since all the high-ranking she-wolves failed to match my sp*rm, I was sure that any rare woman could carry my pup and look at you, you succeeded with a one-night-stand! Crystal, a weak omega, should not be possible to carry my pups, but you did. Now you tell me, are you really an Omega? Because your physical condition seemed to be special as if you're hiding something or if I can't seem to see something that I should know!"

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.