Amethyst X Novels & Stories

One thousand purple crystals were enough, but he didn't expect that Samuel was so rich that he could directly afford three thousand purple crystals. "Young Master Zhou, three thousand amethysts? Isn't it too expensive? You don't need to be so harsh on him, do you? He doesn't look like a man with three thousand amethysts." The beautiful woman next to the white-clothed man took the five-colored flower from the old man and said to the white-robed man while looking at Samuel with ridicule.

On top of it sat several small crystals, each one shining under the candlelight. I leaned down, curious, and reached out to touch one. It was pale pink and smooth, like it had been polished over and over. It felt cool against my fingers, almost like it was humming very softly. Next to it was a small card, handwritten in neat, curly letters. Rose Quartz – For love and comfort I blinked and looked at the others. Amethyst – For calm and clarity Obsidian – For protection

“But that heart will be your undoing. Protect it, and protect those you care for. Your path is riddled with betrayal.” Her words sent a chill through me, but I pushed it aside and glanced at the glimmering Amethysts embedded in the cave walls. One in particular—a large, sharp shard that seemed to glow brighter than the rest—caught my eye. Without thinking, I grabbed it and began pulling with all my strength. It took effort, my fingers aching as I yanked the jagged crystal free. Returning to Xoria, I raised the Amethyst and aimed for the chains. “What are you doing?” Xoria’s voice broke the silence, laced with disbelief and a flicker of exasperation. Her glowing green eyes locked on me as I h

Instead, it pierced through the bigger one and was stuck on the floor, intact. [Skeletor has learned throw lv1] [Dexterity +1] [You have discovered a new material!: High reactive amethyst] [High reactive amethyst: a purple crystal that has the power to absorb large amounts of energy and release it. If it can't release the energy, it will produce venomous gasses] [All of your units will receive +1 Int!]

(Chloe) "So the amethyst is forty," Natasha says, "And the raw amethyst is sixty-five?" The crystal vendor nods. She's got a nose ring and the patience of a saint, but she has no idea what's coming. "Same stone. Less work done to it. Costs more." "Raw pieces carry the earth's original frequency." "Mm. What's your supplier markup on original frequency?" I sip my pineapple and ginger juice and watch. This was supposed to be a relaxing evening.

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.”

They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts. These stones represented wisdom and peace, they were used to protect against negative energies and to fight against anxiety, fear and anger, and whenever she felt alone and distressed by her powers, she had the habit to take an amethyst stone in her hand, which she always kept on her bedside table, and looked at it until she felt better. Carol, after making the introductions, didn't seem to realize that these two were staring at each other more than what was necessary, and even if she had noticed it, she would have imputed it to curiosity.