Black Marble With Gold Veins Novels & Stories

Mum asks, looking from Ares to Mummo, and to Vaari again, when Osric moves behind her, sensing she is worried. "There are two sets of stone bowls that flow into one another I believe one set is black labradorite, in the right light it flares red. The other is rainbow moonstone otherwise known as white labradorite, and flares blue and purple. I think I heard Deborah call it labradorescence when she was showed Benjamin her pentad," Ares explains, stepping away from cooking, as one of their kitchen helpers takes over.

There seemed to be something moving in them as the men ran to the podium at the end of the passage to open the chests. The golden box contained a pile of gold, and the black box contained a single black marble. "What's this? A marble?" Vernon picked up the black marble and glanced at it, before handing it to Kean. Kean rubbed the black marble in his hands, before snorting, "Yeah, it's just regular glass marble. Machines weren't as advanced back then, so a transparent glass marble like this was a symbol of wealth." The explorers passed the marble around, and it eventually landed in Wilbur's hands.

Not a second later, the forest is gone, and I find myself standing in Merlos’ living room. I’ve only been here a handful of times, but I can tell you, the word ‘opulent’ doesn’t do it justice. Floors of white and gold marble, plush suede couches to match and white marble tables with gold and crystal legs perfectly matching the white ornate walls with golden fixtures and just a hint of plant life. If you looked around the two-story mansion you’d find the same colour palette everywhere. It’s the embodiment of Merlos. Gold just like her essram, hints of black like the darkness she wields and white like the light she seeks to grant her reprieve from the blackness she sees in all things. It’s poe

She could see strong oak doors and candlelit Crystal Chandelier hanging below a glass roof welcoming the rays of the sun. The Deep-brown marble tiles made the floor and walls glisten her reflection back to her. To the right a sitting area decorate to fulfill two colours, black and gold with numerous paintings and sculptures placed all over outlining luxury and craft. To the left a dinning area. And the cherry on top of the icing in the middle stood Grey. Her heart skipped a beat as she looked down to his smiling face. He scuffled his short brown hair with a towel making it look messy, earning him an added edge in the black Tee that hung around his heavy biceps.

The heart of the cavern was dominated by a monolith of obsidian-black stone, wrapped in bands of shifting, liquid gold light. It looked like a finger of the earth had pierced through the crust, scarred with the same archaic script that now throbbed beneath Rangga’s own skin. But the sacred silence of the chamber had been violated. Massive, portable drilling rigs—industrial-grade hydraulic beasts—were already anchored into the floor, their diamond-tipped bits pressed against the base of the monolith.

The sight before us made my breath lock in my throat. The fifty-foot golden quartz crystal at the center of the cavern, the ancient heartstone that held Blackthorn Valley together, was encased in a thick, pulsating web of black frost. Thick, unnatural tendrils rooted deep in the stone floor were pumping a murky, pale fluid directly into the crystal's core, turning its radiant golden light into a dim, malignant purple.

that had failed the "Market Test." The Merchant-Beast stood on a platform of frozen code, holding Kaelen’s white-glass cage over the mercury. The "Genesis Gold" marrow of the boy was bleeding out into the air, creating a violet-gold fog that the beast was "Harvesting" into a series of small, mercury-vials.

And since that was something we didn't have in bulk, it was better not to waste the little that we already had I pricked the tip of my index finger. A tiny bead of crimson appeared. The moment my blood touched the groove... The entire doorway vibrated. Everyone stumbled backward. A deep metallic sound echoed through the chamber. Not loud. Ancient. Like enormous gears awakening after centuries of sleep. The Markovic coin suddenly became hot in my hand. So hot that I almost dropped it. Light began flowing through the carvings in the marble. Thin golden lines spread across the doorway like veins.

Meanwhile, Adrian came to my side, and looking at me with more questions, he picked me in his arms. «she needs a doctor, now,» he said and escorted me to the open room, Atlas’s room. I held on to him, it felt weird, he was angry, warm, and afraid, and fear radiate out of him. He placed me on the bed and I felt a bolt of pain in my left arm where the wound was healing, making me scream my heart out; I looked at my hand, seeing black veins covering the wound. «What is that?» asked Hunter. The pain was unbearable, but I knew what was this, black blood, I have been marked.