Novel & Cerita To Bleed A Crystal Bloom

that is how my life in the Volatile Hounds came to an end. Blinking away those memories, Nathan noticed that dawn was approaching as he made his way through the silent corridors of his home. Nathan paused by a window as the beautiful morning rays shone through and warmed his pale skin. His crimson red and Amber orbs stared into the sky for a moment as he began to wonder what would happen.

As she fought back tears, she couldn't help but think about all that led her up to this moment. TWO DAYS EARLIER... Blood… She could almost taste it, it was calling her… telling her to bleed. Make yourself bleed! Rain splashes water on her face, she stares at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were bloodshot, her hands that held the bathroom sink trembled , . Fear, fear….the words kept repeating in her head, she wanted to forget because those memories brought back fear, reminded her of what would’ve been or what might still be. There was an open pocket knife right next to the silver faucet, the sound of running water seemed to add to her frustrations, clouding her mind even more.

Kaynon muttered as Ciaran lifted a vital off a shelf. "Well they won't be needing it anymore now will they. I think we may be able to use this to our advantage in the future though." Ciaran said, holding out what he had picked up, 'cherry bomb' with a caption, 'quickly eliminate your foes in a fiery blaze'. "Maybe. We could set up some traps around the perimeter after the females get here with a few of these. We're sure to hear the blast from any one of these." Kaynon said looking back up at the wall as Ciaran replaced the vial of red liquid.

Under the moonlight, the flower radiated a dreamlike blue light, each petal carved from the purest crystal. "This will hurt a little," Evan said softly. "But it will be over quickly." I nodded and offered my wrist. Evan pressed the Glacier Rose gently against my pulse point. A cool energy surged from the flower, flowing through my veins. I felt every cell in my body sing, renewed with life. "Good," Evan smiled. "Next..." BOOM! A massive explosion rocked the sanctuary. The heavy stone doors were blasted inward, sending debris flying. The thick, coppery smell of blood filled the air.

Small blossoms glowed softly along the vines, their faint light blending seamlessly with the glow of the crystals embedded in the walls. Those crystals caught my attention almost immediately. They were set into the stone with careful intention, their soft blue glow pulsing gently, as though they held a life of their own. It wasn’t a harsh or unnatural light—it was calming, steady, and warm in a way that made the entire hall feel alive rather than constructed. This place was nothing like the rigid, defensive stronghold I had imagined. It felt connected to Lunara itself, as if it had grown from the land rather than being built upon it.

The crystal cracked. For the first time in eons, the god bled.

I turned to the table and began working. I took a small amount of the crystal dust and placed it in a clean dish. I added a drop of Milo's blood, watching as the red liquid soaked into the pale powder. The mixture darkened, turning from grey to deep crimson. I stirred it with a glass rod, then applied gentle heat to help the two substances bond. The powder crystallized slowly, forming tiny shards that glowed faintly red instead of blue. I crushed them back into a fine dust and mixed that dust with the sixth infected sample.

Some of it had crystallized throughout. “What’s this?” I asked, pointing at the tiny pink crystals. “That is a Luna’s Bane crystal. It’s what forms in the bloodstream when the plant is ingested.” I pulled my head back. “Debbie’s bloodstream is full of crystals?” “When she initially ingested the plant, yes. Over time, the body metabolizes them, breaking them down into invisible particles that I have yet to be able to observe.” “So when they’re metabolized, is that when the symptoms begin?” I asked.

I stared at the ceiling, "I can talk to him for hours about literally nothing and not get bored. His laugh that he doesn't show a lot, it's deep and beautiful and his eyes light up when he's genuinely laughing. He calls me Bloom like it's my real name and it makes me feel special to him because he's the only one who can call me that otherwise it won't feel right. Every time he stands so close to me and I just feel like I'm going to melt. He cares about me so much, he'll hardly let me drive alone and will give me a ride even if I have my car. He always makes sure I get home safe. When he gets bored while I'm trying to tutor him and starts throwing random things like erasers or pillows or chip

I started pulling on it, but the dang thing wouldn’t budge. "Ow!" I yelped and snatched my hand back as the edge of the metal hexagon shape holding the crystal cut me. I stuck my hand in my mouth, sucking up my blood and feeling like a weirdo the entire time I did it, but I knew it was the only way to stop the bleeding quickly and not leave a bloody trail. A bloody trail like the one I just left on the crystal. When the metal thing cut me, a drop of my blood splashed on the crystal. Strangely, my blood was absorbed into the oval shape instead of just smearing it. I watched in bemusement as the crystal glowed oddly before returning to its colorless state.