Shattering Crystal Elden Ring Novels & Stories

and “soulless athletes.” She swept out, her heels stabbing the tile like punctuation marks, as she stormed toward the door, her hoop earrings swinging like pendulums. She paused and turned to face them. “Mark my words. Without me, you’ll never reach your full potential!” Lila spat. The door slammed behind her, rattling the frame. The silence she left behind was deafening. I stared at the closed door, then turned slowly back toward Anthony, who was still trying, and failing, to hold back another laugh. His face was red, his eyes watering.

"You will not get involved!" Kyra stood in the way of the figure, her sword radiating with intense brightness. "You must pass by us before proceeding." The figure growled, surrounded by swirling dark energy. "Let it be." With a loud noise, the character released a flood of sinister sorcery, causing Kyra and her companions to fall. Selene stayed concentrated, her spell escalating to a peak. The brightness of the crystal increased, causing fractures to appear on its exterior. Selene released a burst of pure energy with a strong chant, causing the crystal to shatter into a thousand pieces.

She can't understand where and what has happened to her. She was a werewolf and a Lycan queen at that. She has a mate by the name Derick and they are in love in her dreams or maybe trance. But her parents are still her parents in that trance. So it wasn't her real world after all. Ranger's pack, Crimson's pack, she doesn't understand how she found herself in such places when clearly she was in Newland city. " Derick, who is Derick?" Erica asked. THE END Thank you all for taking your time to read through my imagination.

“Aelys, Theryn’s gone too far!” I reach the sanctuary, a crystalline haven pulsing with Elara’s hymn, its altar ready for the purification ritual. I channel the Veilheart crystal, the group’s relics—Cassia’s fire-etched blade, Renn’s radiant orbs, Maddox’s shadowed dagger, Sylvara’s vine-wreathed staff, Lysara’s frost-ring, Zorath’s silver gauntlet, Valthor’s starlit helm, Lirien’s tablet, Theryn’s light-blade, Kael’s void-shard—flaring, my hymn a crescendo. “Veil, purify!” The crystal pulses, starlight flooding the nexus, Elara’s essence flaring, her corruption fading, her whisper strengthening, Child, you are my light.

The light within her exploded outward, casting the shadows back, shattering the chain of Elira’s presence. “Say it again!” Aelira roared. Crystal screamed it this time, the words shaking the realm “I am not yours!” The void cracked. The battlefield returned

The shattered remnants of the crystal had barely cooled before the air around them thickened again. The cavern trembled, sending loose rocks skittering to the ground. “What now?” Nikola growled, his claws still extended. Ellara stepped closer to the ruined shards, her eyes narrowing. “The crystal wasn’t just a barrier; it was an anchor. We’ve disturbed something deeper.” A guttural roar echoed from the far end of the cavern, shaking the very walls. The group turned as one to see a fissure splitting the stone, jagged and gaping, from which an inky blackness spilled forth like smoke.

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.

* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision. --- **Selene’s Light** The creature falters as my glow brightens. “You’re not her,” I say, rising. “You’re just my fear.” The mirrors reform, reflecting not the past but the present—Silas’s determination, Ryland’s grief, the pack’s hope. The creature shrieks, dissolving into smoke. The golden shard floats into my hand, its warmth a balm. The golden crow caws. *“One down.”* ---

"But only if the shard is trustworthy." Zara's hold on the crystal became more firm. Shutting her eyes, she concentrated on the warmth emanating from it. It brought up memories of Kael's calm voice and his unflinching faith in her. She inhaled deeply and let the light from the crystal to enter her. The glow had turned into a blinding burst when she opened her eyes, filling the clearing with dazzling light. The shapes of the shadows vanished into vapours of smoke as they shrieked and vanished. The murmur of the ravine walls faded into quiet as the air got silent.

Saphira sank to one knee, not out of loyalty, but in recognition. Sirelia watched the destruction of the thing she had once coveted with a quiet, aching calm. And Elara? Elara knelt and picked up a single shard, small and gleaming with fractured light. The faint glow of moonstone pulsed beneath her bloodied fingertips, the crimson a stark contrast against the pale stone. She turned the shard slowly, voice low and resolute. “Let this be the last crown forged in fire.” She looked up at the gathered court, eyes burning with new purpose.