Black Marble With Gold Veins Novels & Stories

“Not just the dust or remnants either. We mine and refine it before chipping it into gold powder for this shade.” I smirked picking up the shade called Coins Galore and twirled it around so she could see the flecks of gold, copper, and silver inside. “We do the same thing for the copper and silver flecks, and—” I closed my mouth realizing that Grace was smiling at me and not looking at the bottle in my hand, and I had said far too much. “I meant, they… I—” “You’re from Fluorite,” Grace said, her face showing no hint of shock. “I… suspected as much.”

There was one last, blinding flash of silver light. When it went away, there was a whole, complete medallion on the plinth. It wasn't just green or black anymore. It was a perfect sphere made of polished stone that looked like obsidian and had veins of bright, living emerald running through it. It pulsed with a huge, quiet power that felt both old and new. Whole. Balanced. Kael's arm no longer had black veins. He fell forward and caught himself on the plinth, breathing in short, tired gulps. He was pale and covered in sweat, but he was *him*. The dark spot in his eyes was gone.

I went to pull my hand back, but as I pressed my palm against the cool surface to push myself up, my thumb brushed against a subtle, jagged crack running straight down the center of his chest plate. Down in the deepest crevice of that dark crack, far beneath the cold gray marble, a microscopic, faint pinpoint of golden light flickered once—like a dying ember catching a breath of air—before plunging the stone back into total darkness.

one of the Sentinels cried, pointing toward the far wall. Where my violet light hit the rock, the stone didn't just glow—it sang. Veins of a brilliant, shimmering metal began to throb beneath the surface of the granite. It was star-silver, but it wasn't the dull grey of the southern mines. This was raw, ancient, and as my light touched it, the metal bled a liquid, glowing blue. "The star-silver," I breathed, stepping toward the wall as if in a trance. "It’s reacting to the Eclipse."

Tiles cracked as the ichor molded into it and turned into gold, and the marble darkened into a void of nothingness. "What the Hell?" A woman screeched. Karmina rubbed one of her ears as she stopped near the center of the foyer and found a woman looking this way and that way as the room changed before her eyes. Her brown hair was in soft waves. Adorned in a long puffy sky-blue coat with white fur around the hood and at the ends of the sleeves. Black leather leggings and crimson heels covered her long, thin legs. She was a vomit of color in her dark and desolate residence.

The marble floors glittered from being polished, free of cracks and full of dazzling rainbows that caught the light. Not only were the pillars crack free and wrapped in vines of white roses, but a mural now shimmered across the sloped planes of the ceiling. A bull whose coat was paler than snow, standing atop a dark pelt. Even with the blood that covered it, the beauty and wonder of the night sky still shone through.

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.

While they lacked the mining ability to harvest rare minerals and minerals above average quality from these resource points, that didn't stop them from being able to harvest materials from the resource points at all. Like that, the trio went to work quietly while Kirou finished examining the crystal vein before him. It was glowing a deep color of red, signifying that it might be a ruby vein. Kirou wasn't an expert or even an avid fan of the jewelry field so he had no idea what the crystal before him truly was. At best, he only thought it was ruby was because it reminded him of a few of those uncut crystals he previously transported during his younger days on the Grand Desolate Continent.

Nodding in agreement, the three of them proceeded to the front door. A few stairs and a large oak double door stood in their way. The columns previously looked upon, could now be studied quickly as well. The way they shined, was not paint, but because they were pure white marble with grey in them. Cordovia next took in the door, which was lined with the tree of life in iron and the roots wrapping themselves in a circle. The base color of the door was a deep cherry red color. And the doorknobs seemed to shine with their gold iron plating.

It was. Soft lights glowed as she stepped inside. The same black marble covered the floors and counters, with golden fixtures that gleamed like treasure. A deep soaking tub—easily large enough for two—stood near the back wall beneath a tall frosted window. A massive glass shower stood beside it, complete with rainfall showerheads and polished stone benches.