To Bleed A Crystal Bloom Novels & Stories

She narrowed her eyes at me with great suspicion. Curious, Blake decided to do as she said. He grabbed a few crystals, pricked my finger, taking a few drops of blood, and got to work. He had a large book open before him, reading its contents as if it were a holy grail. His brows pinched as he concentrated and his lips were pressed together so tightly they were almost nonexistent. He made some odd concoction and added my blood to its dark liquid. He swirled it in the vial, causing the liquid to change to a glowing white. It made me think of the way a glow stick glows at night, only it was white and it was daytime. I can only imagine how it would light up a dark room. Blake's eyes snapped to m

Crystal fragments scattered across the hardwood, mixing with water and flower petals in a mess that somehow felt representative of my entire life right now. "Fuck," I breathed out, staring at the destruction. I bent down immediately, trying to gather the pieces, trying to push them into a pile so I could clean them up properly. But then the sharp edge of a crystal shard sliced across my palm before I knew it. I jerked my hand back and watched as blood welled up from the cut, dark red against my pale skin. It dripped onto the floor, mixing with the water and glass, creating tiny red pools that spread and blended together.

The water whips and rocks managed to injure him, and he couldn't move from his spot. It’s time! I let one water whip stab the crystal, but it didn't shatter. “Aleena, I think only the Elven dragged can crush the crystal!” Celia sounded what was on my mind. “I need to get rid of that flame first! Any idea?” I asked her. “Can you use more water to flush the flame?” Celia gave me an idea.

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.

Elara’s vision blurred with fury and fear. She rose slowly, her voice trembling. “Then they’ll regret it.” --- The Flamebearer’s Game Far away, in the obsidian tower of the Crimson Order, Caelum knelt within a circle of runes—his wrists glowing with crimson chains. The Flamebearer stood before him, robes shifting like fire. “You will awaken, little prince,” he whispered. “And when you do, she will have no choice but to break—her heart, her soul, her magic. All for you.”

I'll start over. "No," Lila said, her voice softening slightly. "You'll learn more by correcting your mistakes than by starting over. Think, Luna. How can you face that phantom orchid?" I frowned and racked my brain. Then it dawned on me. "Blood rose!" I shouted. “Its properties can neutralize the orchid's potency. Lila's eyes shone with approval. "Excellent. How much would you add?" I bit my lip and thought. “Just… just a pinch,” I said slowly. “Too much would overpower the healing properties of moonshine.

Magic. The crimson fluid in the bottle began to move, making its way out of the bottle, while Krys' hands danced skillfully in the air, as her chanting grew fiercer and sharper, holding much intensity and vigor. The crimson fluid in the air began to grow a bright shade of red as my sister kept on chanting. In an instant, the red light engulfed the crimson fluid and burned brighter. In an instant, it exploded in the air, turning into tiny specks of red dust.

I didn't need this shit so early in the morning. "Mm... you seen the little Blossom yet?" Tyler laughed. Fuck sake. Blossom was a girl from the Blood Moon pack, her father was their former Alpha and her brother had taken over 4 years ago when he was 21. She was small, and sweet. Her hair was always tied up in a ribbon and she was always reading... or doing work. She never really spoke to anyone. I'd only ever seen her with two people. And I had to admit, I'd had a crush on her as soon as I'd laid eyes on her. But I always felt guilty in the back of my head.

The liquid crimson light leaking from the seams of the circular iron door was not magic—it was a heavy, suffocating law. It poured onto the rusted iron plates with a sound like freezing water, turning the ancient Primal sapphire veins on the walls from a vibrant blue to a dead, calcified grey.

Beneath that shimmering floral layer, the real work was happening. I was brewing the Aura-Exposer. "Lumira, the heat is too high." Dahlia whispered from the next station. Brow damp with sweat. "If Hexton sees the violet tint in the steam..." "He won't." I added crushed moon-stone fragment to the base. "The rosemary oil acts as a chromatic veil. To them, it's just a scent. To the shards, it's a beacon." I needed this elixir for the Ball. The third shard-the Fragment of the Void-was buried where shadows never moved. I needed a way to force that into physical, visible manifestation.