Vader Bleeding Crystal Novels & Stories

“We believe it will help you.” I gestured for him to continue. The scientist stepped forward, retrieving a glass tube containing a dark red liquid. Inside, a faintly glowing fragment of crystal shimmered. “This is the source of their power,” the scientist explained. “Blood crystal. It enhances their physical abilities and regenerative abilities to almost inhuman levels. These crystals are formed from the blood of Lunas, fused with ancient magic.” His words silenced everyone. Pollux eventually broke the quiet. “So, how do we destroy them? Can the crystals be shattered?”

Adrien burst onto the summit. The scene before him was one from his deepest nightmares. Vanessa, pale and trembling, was bound to the crystal pillar, her head thrown back in a silent scream. Rivers of her golden light were being violently siphoned out of her, flooding the crystal, which glowed like a poisoned star. Above, the converged moons cast a sickly, distorted light. And there was Omega, his arms raised to the sky, chanting, drunk on the stolen power, on the verge of perfecting his abominable work.

Laila shouted, her silver skin exploding into a blinding star as she thrust her blade forward into the chest of the remaining soldier. The silver energy from the ancient well surged through the metal weapon, entering the soldier's body in a violent, kinetic pulse. The liquid crystal array along his spine flared a bright, unstable blue before it shattered under the celestial voltage, the violet light in his eyes vanishing as he collapsed into the snow, finally free from the network.

The green light inside turned a deep, bruised violet before the entire machine shattered into a billion tiny, harmless crystals. The backfire was instantaneous. Without the central regulator, the other siphons began to vent steam into the Northern camp. The screams of the Mercenaries rose through the mist, a chorus of agony as their own corruption turned on them. I stood in the center of the wreckage, my breath coming in slow, white clouds. I looked at my hands. The violet scales had reached my shoulders now, creeping toward my collarbone. Kaelen walked toward me, her armor covered in grey sludge. She looked at the destroyed siphons, then at me. There was no doubt in her eyes anymore. Only a

Jade confessed immediately. "Blood was our bond. Our solemn vow and promise to the hood and when, if that promise is ever broken, blood is also the way to end it. This—" His voice rose, spitting in her face and inching closer. "This is why we kill" In a split second, he dug the knife into her. Jade. And it took more than just a while to process what had just happened. I couldn't even believe as she fell into my arms. I looked into Fox's eyes full and dark with vengeance as his guys drew closer.

That’s why she made a wise decision and moved to the human world a hundred years ago. “I know, Lucas. Being the leader of the vampires after my mom died, he has a lot of powers. He is the strongest vampire now, and if he gets the potion, he will ruin the tenuous peace between our worlds. But we cannot help it,” Vanessa mumbled. “But we can just hope that Alex realizes how bad Phil is before he gives him the potion.”

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

All he wished was for the Vampires to be free and safe. The substance in the Calabash nearly flowed back into her heart but it seemed as if it heard the sound of her voice and waited for him a little. The Lord of Vampires stepped forward again before a thick, black soot also began to flow out from his heart and settled in the Calabash along with the Luna's. "What just happened?" He asked, seeing that the Calabash had disappeared into thin air. "And your eyes too…" He added, deepening his gaze at her. The color of her eyes has now turned pale.

Anything. What seemed to be perfume came into my grip and I smashed the fragile glass bottle onto his head, causing him to fall straight onto the ground. As a puddle of blood began to form on the marble tiles of my bedroom, coming from his head, I looked down at him with pure hate for the trauma he's caused me over the past decade. That's when I remembered. My sperm donor shitty excuse of a father, Zane, is supposed to be coming here from Italy any minute now. He was supposed to come to the house, probably to criticize my progress in training.