Black Marble With Gold Veins Novels & Stories

I yelled. We all sat down around the table. Our dining table was not so elegant, but one could tell it was rich. The table was made with one of the most expensive marbles, painted black with gold diagram designs at strategic places on the table. The feet of the table were adorned with shiny glass materials that also carried gold-like structure designs on them. It was elegant but not the kind of elegance you would say for a dining at the Lorenzo dynasty.

Lucien’s gaze sharpened as he followed the exposed stone vein embedded in the floor, darker than the surrounding rock, threaded with faint metallic glimmers. “Magnetite,” he murmured. “Heavy concentration.” “Yes.” “And something else.” “Yes.” Zenith took another step forward. Her boots touched the raw stone. The reaction was immediate. Golden light pulsed faintly beneath her feet, not from her. From the earth.

The violet veins across his chest were flickering irregularly, the ambient heat of his skin cooling down into a grey, brittle crust. "He needs an alchemical catalyst to stabilize the matrix," Vane continued, reaching into the heavy leather pouch at his hip and pulling out a small, sealed glass vial filled with a thick, pulsating gold liquid—the unrefined quintessence from the king’s private reserves. "Malakor’s personal stash. I took it from the southern vaults before I marched. Without it, your weapon turns into a pile of cold glass within the hour. With it, he can hold that breach until my heavy infantry can deploy their ballistas." Marcus’s eyes widened at the sight of the vial. "Vane...

"This isn't iron ore. This is corrupted moonstone." ​"Look down," Kaelor hissed, raising his flaming sword. ​At the center of a massive, hollowed-out mining chamber, five massive entities were crouching over the remains of the slaughtered miners. They looked like wolves, but their bodies were completely distorted. Their skin was translucent, showing thick, black veins that throbbed with a liquid obsidian fluid. Their muzzles were elongated, dripping with a black, tar-like saliva, and when they turned their heads toward the light, their eyes didn't flash with gold or silver... they burned with a deep catastrophic crimson.

Ding Hao decided to integrate the remaining five pieces of Jade in Stone and use all possible means to improve his strength. "The second piece, the Deep Earth Jade in Stone." The second piece of Jade in Stone picked by Ding Hao was also yellow in color. Unlike the "Golden Jade in Stone" with a noble, bright golden color, this piece of jade had an orange color, which gave off an aura of solemnity reliability, just like the calm earth under people's feet.

"It can. It very much can." I looked back at the gemstone. Surprisingly, those grey patterns had disappeared. It was all black now. Jet black. "It's from the Underworld."

As it is in another building but is still connected to the pack mansion. The room exuded an elegant aura, adorned with rich mahogany furniture and gold accents. It was a mixture of three colors: the shades of the furniture, gold, and their official color, black. It ain't easy to pull off this kind of combination, but surprisingly, it fits Blood Moon quite well. Uncle Frank really must've liked the superb quality of mahogany, as it displays in his choice of essential decor.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

But of course, the answer was nothing. The room itself was amazing. Every wall was built out of the most immaculate, perfectly carved pure white marble with veins of gold streaking through them. The drapes that hung from ceiling to floor over the two large windows were pulled back with a thick golden cord to allow the light to bounce off the walls. On one wall was an armoire made from wood dyed to deep burgundy to match the table, the chairs, the vanity, and the four posts of the bed. On the vanity were a multitude of bright golden brushes, combs, mirrors, and jewelry boxes lined up perfectly.

Pillars of veined marble rise like sentinels along the perimeter, each crowned with carvings of wolves, lions, and eagles symbols of dominance and legacy. A long dining table of dark mahogany stretches through the heart of the room, flanked by high-backed chairs upholstered in onyx velvet, each one carved with a unique crest. I don't know why they love going all out for an irrelevant event as this. I shook my head and looked at Xander, I know he doesn't want to be here as much as I do. I tipped his head and walked away with Kiera, let the hunting begin, time to catch the mole.