Amethyst Crystal Gem Novels & Stories

To the right, finished amethyst pieces glittered behind a transparent display. “Of course, you are welcome to look around,” the woman said, her smile a little too eager. “This way, please.” I eyed the inner room skeptically, but curiosity nudged me forward. I followed her inside to the main room where all the real work happened, and workers peeped from their stations, eyeing me before returning to their work. “We mostly work with amethyst,” she explained. “The pack sits on a massive amethyst mine, and for years it had been our main source of income.”

The host points in Ava’s direction at Jack Fuller’s plate. Amethysts are known for their faint purple reserved in clear stones, but that’s why this ring is so unique -- the color trapped is so thick that it almost looks black without light. But even a dim light brings out the deep thick iron purple so visible that it shines under just the starry night. Hence its name.

I saw Maeve in this ring, and I was… mystified. “That,” the clerk said, noticing my intense focus, “is cut from one of the most rare gems in our stock.” He pulled out the ring from the glass case with careful, steady hands and held it up for us to take a closer look. “Behold, the Amethyst of Artemis.” “It’s beautiful,” Burke commented from somewhere beside me. “And you say it’s rare?”

She said, still not looking at him. “He said they were grandma’s,” I answered for him. “They were,” she said, raising the small box in front of me with both of her hands, then propped it open for me to see the contents. “And this was mine.” I gasped. Loudly. A massive amethyst, shaped like a teardrop, hung from a glimmering silver chair. It’s surfaces were smooth and glittering, capturing the light and casting a dazzling disco of light upon my mother’s face. “Mom!” I finally breathed, raising a finger to touch it. The stone was as large as my thumbnail and surrounded by dozens of tiny diamonds, each emitting their own light from perfectly polished angles.