The Crux Novels & Stories

The part that captured my attention the most was the article on a relationship matter. "What sort of extremely crappy prevarication is this mess?" I yelled out loud since I was alone and there was no one to tell me to shut the hell up. The magazine emphasised on how great a stupid man is, I guess a celebrity. It stated how awesome he was and all forms of falsehood.

The floor beneath them trembled—and then split apart. --- The chamber dropped. Or rather, it transformed. One moment, they stood on stone. The next, they were standing in a vast circular arena of flame and shadow. Mirrors hovered midair, each reflecting a different version of themselves. Past. Present. Possible. Lena let out a breath. “What is this place?” Solen clutched his scrolls tightly. “The Memory Crucible. The Heartspire tests you… not with strength, but with truth.” Brin growled low. “Truth is deadlier than a blade.”

He knows I don’t skimp on the good liquor. The door opens and I stand up. Crane appears through the door with Matt as he closes the door behind him. Crane seems to be frozen in time. He looks old and wrinkled and well past his prime but is still as active as a young wolf. His eyebrows stand up like they were electrocuted and his nose is slightly crooked. I’m sure in his prime he was better looking. Now, he looks like life has fucked him every day and he can’t remember the safe word.

I stood up too and went to my room. ****** I wake up the next day feeling menstrual cramp, I groan in pain holding my stomach tightly. My monthly break is not always easy for me and I can't skip school today because of test that was schedule to behold today. I stood up from bed holding my stomach tightly and saw blood stain on the bed sheet. I enter bathroom and shower. Has I came out of the bathroom, I dress up quickly in a multi_color gown and wrap a purple veil then took my hand bag with my phone and emerge out of the room.

Metal crunched. Then—darkness. ---

A sharp crack of thunder echoed outside Cross Industries as Elena stood in the boardroom’s shadowed corner, her pulse steady but fierce. The glass walls reflected a battlefield of power—rows of executives seated stiffly, eyes darting between Damian Cross and Julian Crane, the rival who had spent years waiting for this exact day.

Words followed me, confirming my suspicions. “Wherever there's opportunity, Mr Cruz.”

Either he knows the true reason behind all that unwanted senseless death or there is a whole other reason I don’t know of. “I...heard some parts of it. Why?” “Okay, there’s this person who was a tri-brid.” “A tri-brid? You mean..?” “A werewolf, vampire, and a witch.” “Wait, do they ever existed?” “They did. So, there was an entire clan of tri-brids in the late 19’s. But since they were so powerful and they could literally manipulate, torture or use the other clans, every creature was at their lowest. Because they misused their powers terribly.”

I walked closer. “Meaning?” Her voice dropped slightly. “Whoever handled this… wasn’t treating him.” A pause. Then… “They were maintaining him.” The words settled slowly. Dangerously. “For what?” I asked. She held my gaze. “I don’t know yet.” Silence again. But this time… It wasn’t empty. It was a building. Marcus stepped forward again. “Sir… there’s something else.” I didn’t look at him. “Speak.” “The access point…”

I read the content quickly with my eyes, it's a letter of admission addressed to me from a certain 'Mooncrust Academy. I look ahead of me, where towers reach high into the sky, their spires lost in the fog. I squint my eyes to look in the distance. The angular tip has a glowing engraving 'MOONCRUST ACADEMY.', a sense of dread envelopes me but not the kind I felt when I turned to the hungry rogues in the darkness behind me.