Adore Violet Gem Novels & Stories

No regular magnetic field could make it spin that wildly, unless there was something in this house. Or rather, some kind of presence that was messing with everything. Right then, the door opened. Violet stood in the doorway, now wearing a pale green dress with an emerald necklace around her neck. Each stone was in such a dark shade of green that it was almost black. "So this is where you two went." Violet's voice was soft. "The guests are all waiting. They want Ms. Carver to do readings for them." Aria met her eyes and suddenly noticed the rosary bracelet on her wrist. But something was off. Instead of scripture, it had twisted symbols carved into the beads.

"Yes. She wears an emerald necklace that hides her witch features, I need something that can break through that disguise." Violet held up the vial. "This is a revelation potion. One drop in any liquid she drinks, and her glamour will shatter. Everyone will see exactly what she is." Hope surged through me. "You'll give it to me?" "Not for free." Violet set the vial down on the table. "I want something in return." Of course she did. Nothing was ever free. "What do you want?" "There's an Alpha who's been... bothering me. Trying to force a mate bond that doesn't exist." Violet's jaw tightened. "I need protection. A place to stay where he can't reach me."

Spend a few tens of thousands to buy a virtual item that has not been seen with your own eyes, they are not stupid. Erwin Wilson took a walk around the store. This was the most beautifully decorated gem shop he had ever been in. The arrangement of things is delicate and beautiful, and the precious stones also sparkle beautifully to attract people's eyes. Perhaps in part because this is a virtual reality network, these maps just need to generate data. Erwin Wilson's gaze accidentally hit a Ruby. Surprised, Erwin immediately strode closer. “Is this Anyolite?” Erwin Wilson carefully assessed the gem presented in an exquisite velvet box.

Strapped to her back were a bow and a quiver of arrows as well. “These arrows and bow— why do I have these? I'm not an archer. I don't even know how to fight. So why's this here?” Violet touched a hand on the string of the bow. “Wait, what's this?” She had a tattoo on her forearm of an arrow piercing through a crescent moon and above it were five stars aligned in a semi circle. That's not all, Violet also had bronze bracelets around her wrists. They had ancient runes etched on them. A crescent moon was engraved in the middle of the bracelet, which glowed when she touched the bracelets. A ball of light emitted from the glowing crescent and filled the white space around her.

He just smiled and pulled something from behind his back, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. Except this wasn’t a rabbit. It was a velvet jewellery box. He popped it open. Inside was a pendant necklace that made Tiffany’s look like Claire’s Accessories. It wasn’t showy—no diamonds vomiting from every corner—but the design was clean, elegant, and rich in that quiet, terrifying way. The stone in the centre was pale violet, almost glowing, with flashes of icy blue and silver when it caught the light. Grandidierite. Rare as hell. Stupidly expensive. Even before he fastened it round my neck, I knew it wasn’t something you picked up on a whim.

​Astrid was coming down the stairs. ​I felt the air punch out of my lungs. She had taken my "Velvet" comments and twisted them into something lethal. She was wearing a silk slip dress, a deep emerald green that shimmered like a serpent’s scales. It was short—dangerously short—hitting mid-thigh and clinging to every curve I had spent the night memorizing. Her legs seemed to go on forever, and the gold "Eres Mío" necklace glinted against her collarbone like a warning sign. ​She stopped on the bottom step, her eyes widening as she saw the guest.

she was feeling nothing but peace and happiness. “I hate that I like this,” she muttered. Adriana beamed. “I love that you love it.” Violetta picked a few sets herself—soft colors, elegant cuts. Adriana, of course, added a few more to the pile with a very deliberate smirk. Red, Emerald, Black, and maroon, she added all of them to the cart, too. “These are from me,” she said. “Think of them as… character development.”

“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 look down at the bowl just in time to see the blood swirl around and change color. “Um, what is that?” I look up at him in rising alarm. “Why is it doing that?” When I look back down, the color is changing to a deep black. Whatever that is, it’s not good news. “Hmm.” Lowenstein makes a face. “Interesting.” “What?” He gives me a distracted look. “This seal is not only incredibly strong, but it’s also on the verge of breaking. I’ve never seen a magic seal this close to breaking without any outside help.”

“ I should have done this earlier ,but it’s now or never.” I can’t stop the tears from flowing when he opens the box , revealing a ring that catches in the night light, with tiny cuts of emerald. “ I choose you now and everyday Zara. Will you choose me too , through it all?” I’m nodding and crying and muttering “ yes, yes, yes. I will choose you over and over again.”