Astrarium Emerald Graves Novels & Stories

A black minivan was parked in the garage beside the house. Jhan started the engine and Jereum mounted the front seat. Leya sat beside me. The thirteen years old could have passed for an eight year old because of her childish character. Jereum told me that he was a hundred and three, Tia was sixteen when she was impurified but she had lived for seventy-seven years and Jhan was a hundred and sixty My introduction to the higher court was kept simple. Vampires whispered amongst each other as I was announced to be a Supreme. I was yet to discover what that meant.

“Moved where?” Morgan looked at him, her face pale. “Into her child.” As Liam holds Ava in his arms, the night sky flickers unnaturally. The stars rearrange themselves into a new pattern not random, but deliberate. A symbol. The insignia of Victoria’s empire, burning faintly across the heavens.

Yesterday we had let Helena choose one of the decanters, and today Camille wanted a turn. I had warned them both about the decanters marked with a small star, and was pleased that they took my word seriously. I had scanned the bottom of each bottle, noting how they either had a small star, or a large eight-pointed star carved onto the bottom. Only one bottle had the carving of a crescent moon, and I was growing more and more curious of its effects. The nameless waiter hadn't said anything about the bottle with the crescent moon, and I could no longer stifle my curiosity. Once we arrived at the Iridescence Pack, I would no longer have the opportunity to try it. The decanter with the crescent

I can feel her eyes on me. “So tell me about this Emerald,” Zavian says. “She is the granddaughter of the Fae king Marcell and the werecat king Samuel.” I start explaining. “Wait just a fucking minute. Is this Cyreena and Tyrone’s missing daughter?” Zavian asked.

Quinton asks. “Yes, they did start glowing. It was weird but beautiful; they were her emerald green, but then they quickly faded to a dark purple and black. I have never seen that before with any supernatural species or hybrid.” I tell him. Quinton’s eyes widen, and I feel he knows something. I don’t want to press him, so I leave it alone. I can damn near see the wheels turning in his head. We both turn to the door when it opens. Sienna is standing there. I forgot she was coming over today after she got out of class. I see her look at Quinton and then at me.

He said. Season 2 ended here! Author note: Hello everyone!! Please continue to read ARCANUM because, there will be a side story which about Steven and Nicolai. See you on Season 3!!!

Like the two times she visited, Sabrina kneeled before Grace's grave and murmured, "Mom, I might be seeing you soon in a few days. I don't think I'll be able to afford such a beautiful place, though, there might not even be anyone who would organize a funeral in my name, so I don't know if I would be able to find you in the underworld, or whether I would be able to recognize you at all. I'm so scared when I think of the possibility of not being able to find you or recognize you, which is why I am delivering this pair of chrismatite bracelets to you now. Mom, I wasn't in any position to buy you any present before when you were still alive, and now, I'm finally capable of giving you something.

(Grace's POV) "At this point, the only hope is that Olivia Stone will stop bidding on that Emerald Legacy Collection," Charlotte murmured beside me, her voice barely audible over the excited chatter filling Crescent Hall. I nodded, though we both knew it was wishful thinking. The emerald jewelry set, renowned for its subtle healing properties beneficial to werewolves, would start at ten million dollars. My stomach tightened as I thought about my grandmother Eleanor. Her seventieth birthday deserved something special, and this collection would be perfect. The deep green stones would complement her eyes—the same eyes she'd passed down to me.

As she lay there, gasping and choking, feeling her blood soaking the ground beneath her. Emerald was convinced this dark and empty road would be her grave. She was going to die here, alone and no one would know. Miles away, Matthew sat across from his father, Nicholas having a meeting. “Your brother has found the Stonehearts.” Nicholas said to Matthew . “Already? I need to prepare to move then,” Matthew answered and his mother, Nyx, showed up from nowhere. “Just bring Emerald here,” she said excitedly. “Yes, she can just come. Why leave her behind?” His grandmother, Amanda chimed in from the crack in the door.

Said Emerald as she almost pushed Abigail down the stairs and to the back door. Emerald had already set up the altar outside in their garden. It stood upon a clear crystal slab that rested upon a pitch-black tree stump. It held moon water, crystals, a scrying bowl, and sage, along with Emerald’s grimoire on it. All the things needed for the ritual that was about to take place.