Novel & Cerita A Deep Blue Stone Atop A Dais

I rather live as a spinster than marry someone I don't even love. "Don't dream about it, sweetheart. You are not marrying anyone but me." He promised me and hugged me. "Look, the dust will now start to appear." He points to the middle. I immediately became alert and stared at the stone. We are floating in the air but not a single soul can see us. It seems like Elijah concealed our presence. The blue stone is now gradually lighting up and at any moment it seems like it will explode. And I wasn't wrong, just a few seconds the light burst from the rock and after that, it looked like snow falling from the sky but they were shining.

" Gautam said firmly. Siddh nodded reluctantly and they all got ready with a flower canopy to hold it over the bride's head while she went for Jaimala. *********** As the wedding ceremony unfolded with grandeur and opulence, guests from near and far marveled at the spectacle before them. The venue, adorned with elaborate floral arrangements and shimmering golden draperies, exuded an aura of regal splendor. Crystal chandeliers cast a warm, golden glow, illuminating the grand hall with an ethereal light.

Quinn’s POV The room around us at that moment felt like it began to swirl, as if a baby tornado was rising from the debris beneath our feet, levitating the million little pieces of the moonstone in the air. Lyra at that moment took a step back, dropping the stone that she had crushed the moonstone with from in her hand, as she stared on with me, watching the display of power before our eyes, releasing from the shattered moonstone.

“Being the perfect, quiet ornament.” Daniel’s grip on my waist tightened, his fingers digging into the silk. “Good. Keep it that way. Tonight is about legacy.” The room went silent as Michael Blackwood stepped onto the raised dais. The patriarch looked like a titan carved from granite. He raised a crystal flute, his voice booming through the vaulted rafters.

“But no secrets between us. And I am your equal. I want to be treated as such.” “Great. I have a gift for you,” Kai said, pulling out a jewelry box and opening it to reveal a stunning engagement ring. Darina gasped. Even without being an expert in luxury jewelry, she recognized the De Beers Millennium Jewel 4—a breathtaking masterpiece with a Fancy Vivid blue diamond, the largest oval blue diamond known. Its brilliance was intensified by two sparkling white diamonds on either side of the center stone and a delicate halo of smaller diamonds surrounding it. “It’s stunning… I can’t accept something this expensive,” she whispered.

“It was a foundation. A core.” Damien rubbed his arms to shake off the chill. “Foundations don’t usually hum like they’re alive.” I couldn’t argue. A soft light pulsed at the far side of the chamber. Something was sitting at the very center of the room on a stone platform—a round object about the size of a grapefruit, floating a few inches above the surface. It glowed with a shifting iridescence, like a drop of mercury caught in sunlight. It called to me. I didn’t hear a voice. It was more like… a pull in my blood.

I sit in the single chair they left for me in the middle of the floor. No table. No equals. Just the accused. I lean back, pink Vans crossed at the ankle, crown spinning lazy circles above my heart like it’s bored. One (voice like tectonic plates): “Celeste Valentina Morau Heir of Dacia. Bearer of the completed Crown. By the Treaty of the Forty-Seventh Shard, you will now surrender the artifact for eternal sealing.” I smile. Celeste: “Pass.” Silence so complete the lanterns flicker.

The final days leading up to the double ceremony dissolved into a blur of silver satin, heavy cedar boughs, and an undercurrent of sharp, military alertness. The Crystal Courtyard had been transformed once more, its flagstones scrubbed entirely clean of the festival’s ash, leaving behind only the permanent, faint silver patterns seared into the stone by the descent of the gods. Hundreds of high-backed wooden chairs were now arranged in precise, geometric blocks on either side of the wide, flat central aisle, leaving no room for a high throne or an elevated dais. They would all stand on the same level, an absolute visual declaration of the balance they had fought to build.

How did it end up becoming that small? I took a sideway glance towards Tristan and sighed. Although he did not show it, he must be feeling sad and frustrated to finally find her long lost mother’s spirit stone in this state… “Now that you’ve seen it, let’s begin this auction formally,” the announcer on stage declared. The attendants shoved the red ruby out of the spotlight and moved another covered crate on stage. This time, it was a fairly larger one. “Dahlly, can I ask you for a favor?”

At the altar, Aiden had finally reached the stone. He could see it clearly now… a perfect blue crystal, about the size of his fist, pulsing with inner light. It sat in the carved depression like it had been waiting there for centuries. He reached out slowly, carefully, his fingers hovering just above the surface. Behind him, the battle raged on. He could hear Damon's snarls, Dazzle's battle cries, the guardian's roars of fury.