Vader Bleeding Crystal Novels & Stories

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!"

‘Vlad, calm down…’ “Not anymore. I had enough of this game.” Vladimir clicked his tongue and everything went bloody red. ‘VLADIMIR!!!’ The fallen rogues that kept rushing to her side was now taken that cue on killing him but Vladimir shifted his gear her dark smoke turned into a very unpredictable bloody red. It began moving and spreading fear all over the place and whoever was being hit by it, the body immediately drained out. And if not, every tiny bit of their bones, skins, and fleshes was being shattered which caused blood everywhere.

Rowan held the violet crystal against the dashboard. "Now!" I shouted. The crystal flared with light, and for a split second, a hole opened in the violet wall. Rowan drove the SUV through at full speed. The tires screamed as we skidded across the marble plaza of the Council Tower. The car slammed into the fountain and came to a halt. We scrambled out, weapons ready, just as the doors of the tower opened. But it wasn't my father who stepped out. It was a line of soldiers wearing masks that looked like my own face. They were "The Clones" biological shells created from my own DNA, each one holding a jagged violet blade.

Elara lifted her head slowly, tears shining in her eyes. “For nineteen years,” she said softly, “we believed Lunara had lost its light forever.” Her voice trembled with emotion. “When the Shadow Demon King destroyed the palace… when the royal family vanished… the crystals began to fade.” She gestured toward the glowing formations around the camp. “But now look at them.” I turned. The crystals were shining brighter than I had ever seen. Their light pulsed steadily. Alive. Elara’s voice softened. “The crystals only answer to one bloodline.”

I could feel the ointment was making the wound magically stitched itself back together, it was like having your skin pierced by small needles and sewn back together stitch by stitch. "Oh goddd...Maven, I need something for the pain!" "He will give it to you baby, just hold on to me...I got you, my love." Arkael cradled me in his arms. It was not long when Arkael gave the goblet and told me to finish drinking the concoction. I was gagging and crying to the foul taste, while at the same time I was gripping his arm trying to get rid of the pain. "Maven, get Sabina to my chamber and torture this crawler with thousands deaths and don't let him die," Arkael said sternly to Maven.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

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.

Liam (POV) I have led warriors into blood-soaked battles and never once questioned my strength. Watching Krystal nearly collapse after defending herself against a rogue made me realize just how fragile strength truly is—and how terrifying it becomes when it is bound to someone you love. She slept most of the next day.