Spinel Cries Novels & Stories

“Per vim venti audiant dolorem meum auferant incantrmentum in corpus suvum, et volert in tenebrus noctem.” ( By the power of wind hear my agoy take away the spell into her body and let them fly into the darkness night.) A thick dark smoke comes out from the mouth of Allegra, disappeared into the air. Allegra is awake, grasping in air to breathe. Her pale skin backs to normal and the green shrub on her arms and leg slowly subside. She opens her eyes wide and looks around. She saw her sister Salina and the two Supremes of Atenowa and her mother Cordelia just staring at her.

Yosef belts out the words of Nasty Girl by Ludacris. Not going to lie, he's creative. °°° "The fucking nerve you have! Ario! ... No, you fucking listen!... Impossible!.... Yes well Sphinxes services are currently enga.... Mother fucker!... Oh please...." Lucius' shouts came in small bursts. Only parts of his conversation making it through the door. "So you'd rather let that man in there touch this mmmhh... Rather than me? Baby I could make you scream my name over and over again." Yosef tuts in a deep voice in my ear.

"He was lying on the floor with his eyes closed. His back was against the floor." She nodded approvingly, "his guardian angel has caught him that's why even though it was a high fall, he wasn't hurt that much. Did he cry?" "No, but he actually cried when I shouted. He might have thought I was scolding him." Uno was a kind of baby who didn't cry even though he was hurting already. His head had bumped against a hard surface a couple of times but not even once he cried because of that. It seemed like nothing happened to him. My parents would react but Uno was really fine.

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

And most of all, why is not the team doing anything for Lalaine who turned into a monster who is about to murder his sixth man? "H-E-L-P!!!" my profound thoughts about having doubts was ravaged upon hearing someone's screaming from the distance. "Can someone help me, please? I don't want to die." After confirming the cracking voice comes from Lucas, I tripled my speed and landed in the same place as him. He was currently kneeling on the ground in front of Lalaine's monster form while holding onto someone's feet.

CRACK It only took two whips until I was screaming in pain; the silver stripped me of my skin with each hit. And by the time he reached ten, I was losing consciousness, but I couldn’t rest my head from the silver collar that was around my throat. The silver burned my skin, which helped me keep my eyes open. My blood splattered the walls, and I could feel the warmth dripping down my body. I cried loudly; the sound was so animistic as I panted. I looked up to see the spider still on the wall as I lowered my head and cried.

“Check the room where she’s doing the spell. She jut ran past me down the stairs.” He turns, rushing to find her. He follows her scent, ignoring the looks that the pack members are giving him. When we get to the spell room, as Leana called it, I can smell the sharp scent of the spell. Underneath that though, we can smell the salt of tears. He walks forward and I can hear her crying. Einar growls at me in our head for making her cry. He scratches at the door. We hear her sharp intake of breath and then quiet before a soft sniffle.

"Kael, can you keep your internal rhythm steady? If the network senses you, we need it to think you’re a diagnostic tool, not an intruder." Kael blinked, his pupils blown wide, flickering with rapid-fire data streams. "I can try. But the Spire… it feels like it’s screaming, Lucien. The people trapped in the lower levels, the way they're being cut off… their despair is acting like noise. It’s making it hard to mask my signature."

*"Let me *relieve* you of that burden." Black tendrils erupted from his mark, wrapping around her arm. She hissed, recoiling. "*What are you?*" He grinned, blood dripping from his nose. "Problematic." --- **KELLY'S POV** The Spire trembled as Nyxara's screams merged with the goddess's laughter in my skull. I pressed my palm to the central mirror, channeling the Weeping's power. "*Enough.*" The glass shattered. Nyxara's form fractured, her essence draining into the Spire's core. *"You cannot contain me!"*

I pushed every memory, every touch, every second of our lives into the crystal until it couldn't hold any more. I wasn't stopping the fuel. I was overloading the engine. The crystal shattered in my hand. A wave of sapphire fire erupted from my palm, a pillar of light that climbed the obsidian spire, turning the black glass into a blinding, white brilliance. I heard my mother scream—a sound of pure, clinical horror—as the system was flooded with the one thing it couldn't process. The truth of a soul that didn't want to be measured. The spire didn't fall. It melted.