Vader Bleeding Crystal Novels & Stories

“You WILL serve me… even if you don't do it willingly.” My hands fisted into balls, my lips peeling back. “Fucking son of a—” “Shh…” He pressed his finger to my lips, giving me an infuriatingly patronizing look. “Don't waste your energy. Haizea told me that those crystals are draining your body. We wouldn't want you to die… too soon.” My blood turned into molten lava, and I cursed every weakened part of me that I couldn't make act on the rage storming inside me.

My breath hitched as the crystal’s glow wrapped around me, tendrils of violet light coiling like living chains. 'Come… take what is yours.' The voice was no longer a whisper. It was a command. The cavern shuddered violently, dust and debris raining from above. Phanos groaned, trying to push himself up, his eyes burning with fury. “Valkyrie—don’t!” But I couldn't stop. I wasn’t moving toward the crystal. It was pulling me in.

This crystal was said to hold the power to bridge between realms and unlock unimaginable potential. Valen, driven by his insatiable curiosity and desire for knowledge, was the first to be drawn to the crystal. As he touched it, he felt a surge of energy unlike anything he had ever experienced. It whispered secrets of the cosmos, promising to reveal the true nature of their cosmic adversary.

He wasn't one to mince words. He was cool headed and straight forward. I'm sure even Mathew was scared of approaching him for any dirty business. Luka was a very powerful vampire and he had principles so high that even I could not reach them. I admired everything he stood for and I was proud to call him my brother. I could have died for him if he had asked me a few days ago, but now I had to live as long as Clara would have me. She was my entire world and I wouldn't have it any other way.

Maya whispered, her voice thick with exhaustion and a joy so profound it made my own heart ache. Cyprian, the boy, reached out a tiny hand and touched Nathaniel’s glasses. A small, perfect geometric shape—a silver cube—materialized in the air above his palm. Elara, the girl, let out a soft gurgle, and the violet light of the room seemed to bend toward her, forming a protective halo. "They're... they're beautiful," I said, tears streaming down my face. The peace lasted exactly ten seconds. The wall of the medical wing didn't just shake; it exploded. An Iron-Spider the size of a carriage burst through the obsidian, its brass legs whirring with lethal intent. Its primary eye—a glowing red senso

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.

I shout, trying to get out of bed. “We can’t son.” My dad says, as he enters my room. “Why not!?” All of a sudden, my mother collapses with a scream before her body completely disappears. What. The. Actual. Fuck!? (Beatrix’s P.O.V) The spell was coming along nicely, the mutt tribrid and the demigoddess hybrid’s bond was breaking, she was giving into the pain. She had put up a good fight, but I knew in the end there would be no way that she could keep up the fight without killing herself.

Far away, a single violin string quivered, then held, a drawn breath waiting to be spent. Dracula let my wrist go. The room exhaled. “Very well,” he said, voice soft enough to make the hair at my nape lift. “You want a choice? I will give her one.” He stepped back once, hands at his sides, the dark around him drawing closer like a cloak. His eyes were no longer crimson; they were something colder, a winter metal polished too bright. “Evelyn,” he said without looking away from Elias, “ask yourself which of us is lying to you.”

Red flash in my vision as Crimson growled in me. Great I can kill them here and no one would be able to do shit. I barely heard Carmel whispered to me to calm down as I let out a bright smile to David who somehow began to sweat and look uncomfortably hot “ How would you like your deaths ??” I chuckled.

Hildegarde questioned taking a short, shape blade from between her breasts. “It’s the only way to save my daughter and hopefully one day the people. Take my crystal heart and put it in her. When Erebus comes to kill me I won’t be as strong but I’ll be strong enough to imprison him for at least a millennium” Celeste said raising her arms in the air. Hildegarde nodded in agreement and stuck the blade into her left side. Celeste howled in pain, the sound made me ache. The old witch drew her blade slowly down leaving a trail of thick blood.