Vader Bleeding Crystal Novels & Stories

He moved with power and grace, like he was born for this war. I saw Kade near the center, not fighting. Waiting. He was holding something in his hands—black and pulsing. The blood crystal. The same one Riven had shown me but except now it was alive. I shoved past a pair of rogues and ran toward him. “Kade!” I shouted. He looked up and smiled. “You finally woke up.” “Let them go. Call off your wolves.” He tilted his head. “And waste this beautiful night?” He raised the crystal.

Only one single, crystal-clear command: Kneel. Sadira didn’t move. She didn’t lift her hand. She only looked the old demon in the eye and let a fraction of the Seed’s power slip free. The effect was immediate and annihilating. The pressure in the Hall became unbearable. The torches’ flames turned blue and shrank. The crystal atop Vako’s cane exploded into shards with a sharp crack. The old demon’s eyes widened, the mocking smile freezing on his face. His knees trembled as if the palm of an invisible giant pressed down on his shoulders.

Nothing that could help us, nothing that could stop what was coming. "Give me the gun," I said. "What?" "I've shot before. Mike taught me." The name tasted like ash. "Let me help." "No." Crystal's jaw tightened. "You need to stay alive. That's the whole point." The door exploded inward. Vampires poured through the gap, fast and silent and hungry. Crystal fired—once, twice, three times. Silver bullets found targets. Two vampires dropped, writhing and screaming as the poison worked through their veins. More kept coming.

Seven seconds remained. "Mark my words," four seconds remaining. Three. Two. Pulling out his ruby red healing crystal, he smashed it atop V's body, watching him as his wounds healed. Pulling his head up, he smashed it against the thick tree trunk. "I could kill you again, and again, and again, and reincarnate you again, and again, make you experience all types of pain you didn't know you could suffer within the flexible limits of this reality, but that would be a waste of my time. Remember my face, remember my name, V. Remember to never meet my eyes again."

I hit the **Idea** of him. The white light from the obsidian blade cut through the gray mist of the ruins. As it passed through Vane’s shifting body, the silver metal began to turn to steam. The screaming mouths fell silent. The corporate logos that flickered across his skin shattered like glass. "Error," Vane whispered, his voice finally sounding small, like a man drowning in a deep well. "Transaction... voided..." He collapsed into a puddle of harmless gray ash, the red light of the Void fading from his remains. The entrance to the Vault—a massive, circular door of iron and bone—stood unguarded.

He would force it. With a gaze full of steel, he drew a small dagger from beneath his robe. Without hesitation, he sliced his own palm, creating a deep gash. Fresh, dark red blood dripped down, carrying the pure essence of the Kalesvara bloodline. He let his blood spill onto the surface of the Ancestral Crystal. The moment the first drop touched it, the object seemed to scream in silence.

Please let my sister go she cried Don't you dare say that again cause he can't do me anything Crystal said to Karen No stop it Crystal let's beg him to free us, I can't allow anything happen to you Karen cried Crystal, what a beautiful name that fits the owner Lamia exclaimed Little girl stop crying, I won't hurt your sister I promise Lamia told Karen and she believed him and stand to her feet and smiled at Lamia Lamia loosen his hold on Crystal and she dragged her hand and gave Lamia a bad look You should not try that next time cause it's dangerous beauty, you smell human but always lie about being a vampire I smell human? Crystal asked and fear gripped her

If only we didn't have such a cruel fate. She closed her eyes in surrender; we both understood that truth: one of us will walk away alive. “Get it over with” she said defiantly in one breath, letting her hands fall to her side. The moment the blade touched her skin, the strange sensation surged through me again, but this time, it was beyond powerful. The blade dropped from my hands and landed on the bed as my entire body trembled uncontrollably with an unknown force. My gums began to itch fiercely, and in just a few seconds my canines grew sharp and long, and the urge to sink them into Jasmine skin overwhelmed me.

With every bit of strength he had left in him, he kept saying the spell, even though his voice was getting weaker with each word he spoke. "Dekekrankem delenfoouud." "Please," he cried out, his sight becoming fuzzy. "Please, just let her be safe." Everything around him started to spin like a dizzying ride, and he felt his consciousness beginning to break apart. But he fought to stay focused, determined not to let go until he knew his baby daughter was out of danger. Finally, with one last push, he whispered the final part of the incantation. In a bright flash of light, the baby vanished, leaving Draven all alone in the temple. He fell to the floor, his body shaking as blood continued to flow

low, dangerous. “But now,” I said, raising my hand slightly, “it is time to step into the light.” At that, the whispers stopped again. Confusion flickered across some faces. Lord Nareth, the oldest of them, frowned deeply. “You mean....the daylight, my Lord? That is death to our kind.” “Was,” I corrected softly. Then I reached under the table and brought out a small crystal vial ... black as ink, yet shimmering faintly with silver veins that pulsed like veins of life.