Vader Bleeding Crystal Novels & Stories

She handed them to the apprentice, saying, "These are Frosthaven Crystals produced in Frost City. Are they enough to exchange for the Scarlet Dracoblade?" The apprentice's eyes widened, repeatedly saying, "It’s more than enough, more than enough!"

Kael's POV I stepped out of the lab and walked along the hallway, my mind still spinning from everything Vex had shown me. The crystal sat in its containment box, glowing faintly, while behind the reinforced glass of another chamber, the virus pulsed and writhed like something alive. Vex had explained the molecular similarities, the way the crystal's energy could theoretically neutralize the virus if properly processed. But theoretically was not good enough. Not when my father was lying in a bed, waiting to die.

He swung the sword and sent the ball of light towards the legendary Source Crystal. The ball of light exploded, killing everything within a ten-meter radius of the crystal. Then, Victor slashed, forcing the mutant crab back and leaving a twenty-centimeter gash in its claw. After the mutant crab was pushed back, Victor pressed his advantage, constantly advancing. Whenever ordinary crabs dared to approach the legendary Source Crystal, Victor wiped them out with Extreme Thunder Blast. The already unstable underground space was on the verge of collapse due to Victor's reckless destruction. Seeing that the underground space was about to cave in, Victor threw caution to the wind. He dropped to the

said Eirian with a yawn. “Already?!” Dorin asked, surprised. “Well, at least you finally got your phasma core.” “A phasma core?” Dorin asked again. “A thunder god’s phasma core,” Pan Phineas explained. “Since our element has such destructive power, it has been a Heilig tradition to keep our phasma in a cradle or core where it can sleep until we need its power.”

"Whatever. You talk as if that damn William's enemy is just me!" "Leonidas who was the only one able to bring down his company in the blink of an eye!" Crystal stared intently, her hands clenched into fists. Recalling how Xander had wandered off after hearing Javier's threats—plus that kiss he blew for Aurora a month ago, Crystal firmly believed that it was enough to get Xavier and Javier to go ahead with their plan. "I'm one thousand percent sure it was you!"

Vandora said trying to keep her cool. "I've been destined to be with her," Vador coughed."You don't scare me," Vandora was distracted by Vador so she didn't notice Ava collecting a bucket of crystal from Marcus. Crystals are known for turning a dark witch in her true form into dust immediately it touches her skin.Jadis wasn't in the room at the moment. "Now tell me,cause I'm dead ass about how you made Vador fall for you," "Say that again," Ava smirked.

"You're really my daughter, Inka. A true Luna." But the Supreme Leader isn't done. From behind the rubble, he gets up with his face covered in blood and insane rage. His eyes look up at the artificial eclipse crystal starting to crack in the ceiling. "If the Council has to fall today, then all of you are getting buried with this tower!" the Supreme Leader shouts with hysterical laughter. He stabs his remaining silver staff straight into the giant crystal's heart above. The crystal suddenly turns blood red. The entire White Tower starts shaking violently, ready to explode and level the entire fog valley in minutes.

And Naro, just a kid. "What could he have done?" she asked, nodding toward Naro. "He's no exception," Kyle said flatly. "He either killed someone or caused their death. Same as everyone here." "How do you know?" "Because that's how this place works." Kyle's eyes were dark, and serious. "VEDRAH is a supernatural prison. The most evil humans are sent here. There are no walls, no guards, no laws. Nature itself is the punishment." Natzy stared at him, her mind racing.

Then he gave a slow nod to his men. He looked at Sergio with unbridled hatred. "This isn't over, not by a long short. I will be back to claim what is mine." One by one, they backed off. Fading into smoke. Into retreat. ************************************************** The silence that followed was deafening. Rosana stood alone in the center of the destroyed hallway, her dress streaked with soot and blood. A shard of broken mirror leaned against the wall nearby, reflecting pieces of her—sharp, splintered, unrecognizable.

Inside lay a scroll bound in blackened leather and a shard of crystal glowing faintly with crimson fire. The crystal pulsed like a heartbeat, its glow sinking into my skin when I dared to touch it. Pain and power seared through me, visions flashing so fast I could barely make sense of them—wolves kneeling before a woman crowned in flame, a battlefield soaked in blood, and a man with eyes like shadow watching from the edge. My knees nearly gave way, but I forced myself upright, clutching the shard as if it were the only tether to my reality. Damian’s voice echoed in my memory, his rejection and regret colliding with this legacy I had never asked for.