Spinel Cries Novels & Stories

The shattering of the "Heart of the First Moon" crystal was the opening bell for the final cosmic audit. Seraphina stood in the center of the debris, her liquid-gold eyes fixed on the crown of shards hovering over Kaelen’s head. The boy looked up, his white-and-black hair glowing with a frantic, gold-sapphire intensity. He wasn't afraid of the shards; he was mesmerized by them. They were vibrating at the same frequency as his marrow, a "Genesis" song that was finally being given its lyrics.

My eyes darted to the reflection on the mirror, and I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. Not-Spencer’s eyes flashed gold, and the veins on his temples stood out as he gazed at his free hand with intense concentration. I could feel him raising a spell. Then he held out his hand over me, and a dark red bead of something—blood, maybe?—sprouted from his index finger. He let it drop onto the exposed skin on the back of my neck. And it burned. The moment it touched my skin, pain flared out from that tiny spot, and I could swear it felt like it was going to burn a hole through me—

Both of their bodies started to tremble violently strongly. Mr. Serpent Win Mara didn’t give enough time for both Lisa Felisha and Claudia Luvin to recover from their vast shock as well as astonishment. Mr. Serpent Win Mara opened up his mouth widely. He started to emit his red yellowish red orpiment light from his mouth. He directed that red orpiment light towards Lisa Felisha. “Aaaaiiihh...!!!” Lisa Felisha really shouted, yelled and screamed at the peak of her soprano eight-octave voice tune, at the peak of her enormous pain, her immense as well as extraordinary suffering. Her entire body was then burnt to dark grey ashes.

In the silence that followed, I screamed Gideon’s name, and Bjorn’s, and Melissa’s, even Sebastian’s and my mother’s, and then names that didn’t mean anything at all, just sound, just noise flung up into the darkness. I thrashed until the spider’s silk cut grooves into my wrists and my voice gave out for the second time that night, and the only thing that answered me was the slow creak of the web swaying under my own weight.

The ghosts vanished. And then, the sound of a cry broke the silence. It wasn't a digital scream. It was the high-pitched, thin, and perfectly human cry of a newborn baby. I fell back against the pillows, gasping, my body feeling like it had been put through a meat grinder. The violet light in my eyes faded to a soft, lingering lavender. The crown on Nevan’s head hissed, the metal glowing red-hot before it shattered, falling to the floor in pieces.

The crystal warmed on my chest, pulled from the box, its hum syncing with our gasps. Climax crashed—hers first, walls milking me, my cum spilling hot inside her. But as we peaked, the crystal shattered with a crack like thunder, shards flying. A wail filled the room, spectral—Mira, solidifying from mist, eyes wild. 'Forgive... protect...'

I just don’t know why my parents forbid me from using it but it appears to me that it will just cause me danger so I have no reasons in using so. “Happy Birthday Crystal!” A familiar voice coming from behind me really surprised me. The voice came from Kirk Robinson, my friend at Pyronia Island where we once lived. “Thanks for coming! Who are you with? I thought you’ll not be able to come but you did! You really are amazing.” Kirk gave me a slight hug before handing me his present. He is a Spirit wizard that’s why he knows how to create potions, he can also heal wounds.

Poor him, his health was on the verge of giving way into dust. “Ophelia Folks, you are now the bride of Alpha Xenos!” Raven hissed, her eyes sparkling with delight. She turned to shake hands with Alpha Xenos, who cooly licked his lips as his eyes lingered on Ophelia; it was not her mate. Time froze as the temperature in the atmosphere around Ophelia dropped to a degree that made her whole being tremble with fright. Her eyes widened like the doors of a lifeless house. Tears uncontrollably burst out like the River Thames while the needles of pain pierced every one of her veins.

(Saphira’s POV) The crack wasn’t loud. It was final. Like bone breaking inside my chest. I screamed as the seal ruptured, silver light exploding outward in a violent shockwave that threw Lucien backward and slammed the being into the crystalline spires. The realm howled—an unearthly sound that vibrated through my skull and split the ground beneath us. I dropped to my knees. Pain unlike anything I’d ever known tore through me, sharp and burning, like my soul was being pried open with bare hands. The silver veins under my skin blazed white-hot, spreading across my neck, my collarbone, my ribs.

Rea screamed. Not delicately. Not in silent agony. But with a sharp, broken cry—one that made Kael tense down to the bone. The scream devoured the forest. Birds burst from the branches. The trees trembled. And under her skin... it was visible now. The flesh cracked, the skin glowed, and something—something radiant—began to spill out. Kael flinched back, but didn't let go. His voice broke, harsh yet desperate: "I'm sorry, little one... I'm so sorry... but you have to let it out."