Spinel Cries Novels & Stories

The loneliness. I put my chained hands over the crystal. Terrible feelings washed over me. I saw Caius pushing me. I felt myself falling. I heard Thorne say "failed vessel." I saw the baby's tiny coffin. Tears filled my eyes. My body shook. The pain was too much. I can't! Veylara cried. It hurts too much! I really can't please tell it to stop My fire was moving wildly. The crystal vibrated. A crack appeared.

Amelia cried out, her pain mingling with the cries of the cursed souls trapped within the stone. And then, in a burst of radiant light, the stone shattered, releasing a torrent of crystallized tears. They sparkled in the moonlight, a symbol of both agony and hope.

a familiar voice yelled in agony. “Jin?” I asked between tears shifting my eyes to the child who had been lying on the corner who I was sure was dead. He was slowly getting up as the rats which had covered some part of his body scattered off him. His lively, bright eyes had turned dull, almost like mine. “I’m sorry” I cried. “I’m so sorry, sorry” “NO!” he yelled in anger, causing the whole room to shake. I rapidly covered my ears still in tears. “I’m sorry!”

“If it bleeds, we can kill it!” ​But for every creature we cut down, three more rose from the purple water. The bone spire was pulsing faster now, the song of the Singers rising in pitch until it became a deafening shriek. I felt my nose begin to bleed, the pressure in the air reaching a breaking point. ​“Winnie, the Tree!” I gasped, my knees buckling under the weight of the magic I was holding. “They are using the spire as a tuning fork! They are going to shatter the mountain!”

He gripped the crucible and began to violently, rhythmically shake it. The sheer kinetic friction was unimaginable. Inside the crucible, the forty-nine suspended splinters of the earth's core were forced to grind against each other. They shrieked, a deafening, high-pitched wail of tearing physics that shattered the glass windows in the upper observation decks. Sparks the size of anvils blew out of the crucible, raining down on the stone floor. "They're breaking down!" Elara yelled over the apocalyptic noise, shielding her eyes with her coat.

Anything to fight the cries. I plug my phone in, open Spotify and put on the gym playlist that is as ancient and untouched as most fossils. Van Halen’s ‘Jump’ fills the room. But the cries still squeeze my brain, poke my heart. They’re a long, sustained pitch. I grab the eyeball, open the curtains, then the window, and throw the eyeball out of my life. I slam the window shut and close the curtains, but the cries and screams continue. “Stop it!” I open the minibar and drink everything in there. Gin, whisky, wine. All of it.

It sounded like a plea, but my mercy was taken away the moment he didn’t take the chance to save his life, right when I am still being nice. “Too late. I already casted a strong spell that prevents the people from hearing a word from you.” My blue irises shined intensely with so much wrath. “Spinam,” I called out, and sharp and stinging thorns started to grow from his body, ripping his skin, making him scream even if it is impossible for him to do so. I can hear the people’s gasps, and my ears didn’t miss those silent cries. “Prodigium,” I summoned, and the monsters I myself created appeared behind me. “Ignis,” I uttered next, and a canopy of black fire started to crawl over his body.

It was a atomic explosion of pure, raw, maternal and spousal agony. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" I threw my head back and let out a scream so loud, so terrifying, that the very air around us shuddered. The walls of the Obsidian Spire cracked. Tears burst from my eyes, washing away the red tint in my vision. "GET OUT OF ME!" I screamed at the voices inside my head. "GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" "What are you doing?!" the voices shrieked in panic. "We are your power! You need us!"

My throat was frozen, my vocal cords coated in a layer of frost. The quartz chamber began to shatter. The resonance I had created was too much for the stone to hold. Cracks spiderwebbed across the walls, glowing with a fierce, unstable violet light. I tried to move, to crawl away from the center of the circle, but my limbs were leaden, my nerves screaming in a language of pure agony. “ELARA!” Sasha’s voice was a roar of desperation. “THE CORE! IT’S BLOWING!”

The allure of escape from the pain and the opportunity to confront her tormentor fuels her darkest thoughts. Jay Nashville sits in the bathtub, allowing the cold water to cascade over his body, soaking his clothes. It's his chosen outlet for mourning, a way to let his pain escape. Tears elude him, for he was never taught how to cry, but the heaviness in his heart is palpable. Thoughts of Nora and the child that could have consumed him, taunting him with what might have been if only he had made different choices.