Amethyst X Novels & Stories

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?”

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.

Karica's POV We removed the lid of the square box Xyn had given me and inside lay an exquisite amethyst jewellery set embedded in sterling silver, with matching earrings and bracelet. The amethysts sparkled under the pale light of the car and I was mesmerised. "It's very beautiful, thank you," I stole a glance at him and he was watching me with a satisfied smile.

"We must find an object, a jewel that can hold off a large amount of mana. I can recommend a few jewels that can be found easily but I can't guarantee that it won't break after we imbued the princess's mana into it." Xerxes sighed as he closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. He can't possibly find something similar in such a short amount of time, but if he can, he will do anything to get his hands on it. Even if it meant begging for it. "What jewels will it take for her to wake up?" The magician was silent for a moment, thinking deeply. He was quiet for a full minute until he snaps his fingers and spoke. "A painite, or maybe an Alexandrite. Both are very stable storage for mana."

The two goddesses looked around, both cautious and curious, Amethyst had heard all the stories about the underworld, both human and Unothraian, she had never expected the world to be so dead yet alive, the plants were beautiful, the dark colour fit them so well as they wrapped around the branches. She felt the need to touch them but she pushed it back as she had to focus on the matter at hand, but she couldn't help the pain in her heart as she walked past the beautiful flowers, she was the goddess of nature so she had already formed a connection will all the living and non-living things around them. "What's wrong?" Mariana inquired softly. "The flowers," Amethyst answered, making Mariana smi

Alex noticed too, her expression softening as she watched us. After the exhibition, we explored the rest of the museum. Griffin appointed himself our official guide, his knowledge impressive for his age. In the gemstone hall, he pressed his face against the glass containing a massive amethyst geode. "That purple one is Mom's favorite," he informed me. "Because it's pretty but also strong." "Good description of your mom," I agreed, catching Alex's eye over his head. She blushed slightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear in a gesture I'd come to recognize as self-consciousness.

One that I always find fascinating. There, a few feet away from the gate, is a Saint Andrews cross as I move closer. I know who is bound to it. Xena. I move closer to see her wrists, ankles, and torso in chains. These aren’t just any kind of chains these are from a rare mineral that is only found here. It is smelted and forged here and is the strongest mineral on the earth. It is also enchanted to become anything we desire it to be. For example, if I wanted it to be silver and contain wolfsbane to deal with a werewolf, then it becomes it instantly. If I wanted it to be gold to deal with a God, it does it. It’s really amazing stuff.

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

"Amethysts are almost the same color as the grapes in Zoey Vineyard when they're perfectly ripe." "That's why you chose it?" I asked, trying to keep my tone light despite the doubts still echoing in my mind. "Color coordination?" Christian laughed. "Among other reasons." He touched one of the little stones. "They also say amethysts ward off negative thoughts." Francesca. Isabelle. Doubts. Did he know how much I needed that protection? "Comfortable clothes for what, exactly?" I changed the subject, stepping away slightly. "I thought we had the formal dinner your mother's been planning for the past two days."

Meanwhile… Amethyst sat on the floor of a prison, chained to the wall that was covered in moss. Her fair forearms were bruised and full of bite marks: remnants of sharp fangs. The wounds left a burning sensation on her skin and she was gritting to hold the pain. Her beautiful face was sunken, void of colours and vibrance. She looked even wearier than her first time in Luthien.