Rian Dark Crystal Novels & Stories

Crystal turned back and noticed her pout. She set down her glass of vodka. “Not enjoying the show?” Arya shook her head. “Mm.” “Why?” “I miss him.” “Your father?” Crystal asked, taking a sip of her drink. “No. It’s Daxiel.” Crystal’s brows shot up in confusion. “Who is Daxiel?” “The handsome man I told you about.” Crystal choked on her drink. “What?!” “You miss a man you’ve only known for a few hours?”

DARK SIXTY EIGHT: RECALLING THE HISTORY Third person's POV: "L-luca, p-please. Get me o-out of here, p-please." Sobbed Blake in despair, his lips quivering in fear. The shivers didn't stop to crawl on his skin, as the thought of not getting out there forever started to eat his soul. He crawled backwards until a cold wall hit his back, as the sound of chains echoed around the dark room.

Ace glanced at Aenora who nodded in encouragement before taking off behind her. Finally, the chase lead to the woods and then to another small clearing. Crystal stood still as she watched Ace and Aenora approach. Her pain evident in her eyes, she stared at her mate who seemed to not recognize her and stared at her with hatred. Using this chance, Aenora clasped Ace's hand and moved her body close to him. "Luna Crystal Snowheart. You have already raced deep into the lands of Indiviana. There is going to be no escape for you. The glow that you can see from behind these trees is the demons glowing as they near their victory. Your army is already losing..."

Santigo started, his voice shaking with frustration, but he was interrupted by the sound of ice cracking louder. Danial, watching silently, felt his own anger spike at Santigo’s threat. His lips parted to respond, but before he could speak, Crystal’s frosty aura intensified, the ground beneath her feet now fully encased in ice that was spreading toward Santigo. Her expression remained cold and unyielding, but her presence was overwhelming.

'' The doorman began to swipe the card and asked for the card information and then when he finished charging the money, he smiled and told the girls: ''Welcome girls to Crossroads, have a great time! Charlotte heard this and smiled and looked at her friend, they both held hands and started walking inside. Being inside, Charlotte let go of her friend's hand and began to see the whole place a little surprised, because there were red LED lights everywhere, plus there was an area where the DJ played and it was decorated in a very dark and elegant way, the place was big but cozy, had a bar where they served and delivered all the drinks, Charlotte was very excited and happy to be there when sudden

The silent cry was heard Amid the night Without any word Peering on a moonlight I was ruined Though love was all I'd given I was pained My bliss was what they've taken Millions of lies Loud tears from my eyes Salted my wounds Fighting endless dooms I was put in a maze No way for me to escape The only thing in me was a dagger To break the wall before supper The route was always towards you Still coming to the room of blue I can't follow where my mind leads me to

All I can do is pray that Alpha Julian finds me before Kristoph as ending up in the clutches of Kris is a certain death sentence in my current state. I force myself to stumble as far into the cave as I can feel. The lack of oxygen has rendered me nearly blind as I conveniently fall into a pile of leaves blown in during the fall, clearing everything I feel in front of my face before my consciousness fades.

' The illumination of the breaking of dawn and the light from the bright red Nirvana flames that surrounded them, the crimson hue that filled the image being shown was a perfect hue as the light exploded. The roars turned into howls of disparity. With cold eyes, Diana Ritchell watched every emotion of disparity and hopelessness from the beasts' eyes. She fed on their sadness with cruel affection. Diana Ritchell could not help but tilt her head high as she looked at the lightening skies. The skies were painted with crimson blood as if the gods were showing sympathy for the loss of lives in the wolven continent and the other continents.

wrongness. "There," she whispered. "It's not on the beach. The true Darius—he's not even fighting." The realization hit them simultaneously. While everyone fought the duplicates, the real threat was elsewhere, drawing power from their distraction. Miranda began gathering specific artifacts—a crystal that seemed to pulse with moonlight, a dagger with runes etched along its blade, a small vial of what looked like liquid darkness. "We'll need these," she said. "Weapons that exist between states, just like a Mystic."

But I could see what filled the room. Crystals. Hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. They stood in rows on metal stands, each one about the size of my head, glowing with different colors. Purple. White. Blue. All pulsing softly with contained magic. I walked between the rows, my footsteps echoing in the vast space. Each crystal hummed with power, and as I got closer to them, I could see shapes moving inside. Faces. Bodies. Souls. These were Mother’s attempts to bring back Lyra. Every single one was a failed experiment—a soul she’d tried to use, a spell that hadn’t worked, a life she’d destroyed in her quest to resurrect her dead daughter.