Spinel Cries Novels & Stories

A blood-curdling scream escapes me as Jonny runs forward to finish untying me, and I collapse into his arms and let my floodgates loose. “Oh my God, Spin”, I wail as I drop out of Jonny’s arms and onto Spin’s chest. I want to be angry with him, I want to be relieved, but the only thing I can be is heartbroken over how he will be absent from the rest of my and Stephany’s lives! For that, I cry!

“What in the seven hells! Without thinking, I tore the necklace off in one motion and flung it across the room. Layla’s presence stirred at the edge of my mind, restlessly. “What is happening?” I rasped, stumbling toward the mirror and slamming on the light. The light revealed a pattern on my chest, caused by the burning necklace, the unmistakable shape of a spider with clawed legs. “I hear voices.” Layla murmured, twisting, gnawing to be free of this infernal heat. Leaning closer to the mirror, I peered at my reflection. The burning necklace had left its mark.

Cracks spiderweb from the edges, flowers wilting, trees crumbling, sky graying to ash. No! Please, no! I scream it silently, helpless as it all unravels. But then, before it collapses entirely, a warmth blooms in my chest—faint, gentle, enough to shatter me. Not pain or fear, but comfort. Don't cry, Lumi's essence brushes mine, her final whisper. I'm content to have seen you again at last. The warmth shifts, flowing downward toward my abdomen, her last strength enveloping the baby like a mother tucking in her child one final time.

John turned to the altar, to the fading form of his father who met his eyes and nodded once. With the last of his strength, John pressed his bleeding palm to the sigil. The altar erupted. A pillar of red and white light burst into the sky, splitting the moon with a crack like thunder. The ancient creature screamed, its form unraveling in the light. David clutched his head, shrieking, the shadows fleeing his body like smoke. But it wasn’t over. The Spiral was breaking but something worse stirred beneath it. From the cracked altar, a new sound rose, a heartbeat, slow, powerful.

My purity makes me the wielder, but the cost could be my life. Cassia’s breath hitches, her aura fading, and I choke back a sob. “I won’t lose her,” I say, silver blood dripping onto the gem, lunar light flaring. Taryn’s chant rises, the gem pulsing, Cassia’s aura stabilizing, crimson threads flickering brighter. But the spire shakes, Veyra’s wraiths breaching the entrance, her frost-eyes gleaming through the chaos.

she cried, curling herself in a corner, in a failed attempt to block the belt from hitting her face. Charles has gone blind with rage, his ears are blocked from the sound of his own curses, he can't hear her cries and he can't see her tears or maybe he just refuses to listen, maybe he just refuses to see her screams fill the silent house with terrifying echoes. The house sobs, and wails along with her, maybe seeing her get hurt, hurt the house, maybe it was just mocking once again reminding her she is nothing but a prisoner to be trapped and tortured in this luxurious house of echoes and screams

I grind my teeth and scream out in frustration, trying to hurry up the process. Transform, damn you, I scream internally. I strain my body again, screaming, the urgency catching up to me. The pain intensifies in for a moment, I feel a ripple in my spine. I arch my back, the warmth of hope building up in me. But the ripple stops and once again, I’m left like this. “No, no, no,” I gasp, sweat flowing down my face. “I - I have to try again. I nearly have it!” I howl, blinded from the spasms of agony inside me but this time, I feel no ripple.

My mouth opens in a silent scream as I curl into myself, tears streaming down my face with me being unable to form any words. “Crystalline!” Matrix calls out, dropping the wood and knife to cradle my body. His worried gaze searches my one before moving to my body. I watch as his face goes from tense with worry, to soft with relief as he lets out a chuckle. This idiot has the gulls to laugh while I am in pain.

She turns slowly, and though Lumina can’t see her eyes, something about her expression makes her chest tighten. Then — a baby crying. The sound echoes, sharp, desperate. It's alone, lying on stone, wrapped in a blanket stained with something dark. A fire blazes next. Screams cut through the night, shadows running in panic. The flames twist, reaching for the sky like they’re alive. Then the mirror goes still for half a second. Lumina gasps. And just before more can be revealed — a loud, echoing crack. The mirror splinters down the center.