Blackfoot Indian Jewelry Novels & Stories

Jasper cuts the moment in half with an awkward chuckle. "This is Thea. A friend of mine," Jasper explains. I feel him place his hand on the small of my back. "Of course. I get it..." Asher murmurs, a sly smile creeping onto his face. "Friends." I shake off his backhanded comment, as he starts walking off across his marble foyer. He wears a billowing cloak, threaded with gold, in patterns like dancing people across the back. This man clearly enjoys the strange fashion this Pack indulges in...Something almost too unsettling.

Nylian smiled. "We will meet a few days after in the castle." Nylian furrowed, "What—" he couldn't ask him why they would meet there because the small creature already disappeared between the crowd. He shrugged and continued walking, seeing the villagers greeting him with a wide smile made him feel better. He stopped in front of an accessory dealer because a brooch caught his attention. It was silver with small amethysts decorating it. The small purple stones reminded him of the eyes of the mysterious young guard who had kept him company from time to time. Jeyrha.

I got the hint and looked down knowing that he had seen my look just now, and that he wasn’t happy” The Alpha noted the exchange and when I looked back up he smiled at me with sympathy. The alpha turned back to Colton “Do you have the bond intention gift?” and Colton nodded. He pulled out a black velvet box from his pocket and opened it. He turned it to face me and I couldn’t help the gasp. Inside on the black material was a delicate silver chain and a circular pendant with a black flat surface around a silver crescent moon. To finish it there were tiny diamonds set into the black to look like stars. I knew of course that it wasn’t real silver but a silver compound that gave the impression o

Kai's Pov: The jewelries were made in the States, but the gold came in large compressed blocks from Africa. It was almost a third of the price we’d pay from local mining sites or China. The cost of excavation was practically zero. Poor, hungry people didn’t know what they were standing on. All they knew was that shiny yellowish rocks buried deep underground could buy them a meal for the day. Men, women, and children worked with their bare hands, often falling sick from lead poisoning and dying slow, painful deaths.

"You think you’ve got me cornered, don't you, Blackmoor?" I gripped the edge of the dais, the microphone feedback screaming against the sudden silence of the Silverfang Hall. The pink diamond pendant—my mother's legacy, a piece of art forged in the fires of the Nightfall Atelier—felt heavy in my palm. I stared down at the assembly of wolves, their eyes wide with the predatory hunger I had once been foolish enough to mistake for kinship.

They tore my clothes, hit me, and slapped me until my vision swam. I begged them to stop. I said there had to be a mistake. The bride planted her stiletto heel down onto the back of my hand, grinding it cruelly. She leaned in, her voice low and mocking. "There's no mistake. This ring is one of a kind. It's custom-made. If you have it, then you're the mistress." My hand split open under her heel. Blood smeared the diamond. Then, she took out a small knife and carved "mistress" across my face. She dragged me by the hair out of the mall and into the street.

While they chatted and caught up, something caught my attention. I stopped at a stall and there were tons of jewellery made from bones and feathers. Everything in that stall was beautiful. But something particular caught my attention. I picked it up and I was awe-struck at how beautiful it was. A silver dragonfly hair prong! It glowed under the moonlight as I held it in hand. “This is beautiful,” I muttered and the woman wearing a colourful dress and a turban that sat under a bush of unkept hair sitting behind the table smiled.

The air inside was filled with the sparkle of diamonds, the glimmer of emeralds, and the allure of intricately designed gold. Ameera's eyes widened at the sight of the dazzling array of jewelry on display. The meticulous craftsmanship and the brilliance of the gemstones left her in awe. She couldn't resist trying on a delicate necklace adorned with intricately cut sapphires, its design reflecting the very essence of Jaipur's regal charm.

She laughed excitedly. At noon, she went jewellery shopping, hitting six different shops before she found a bracelet with a matching ring that struck her as being absolutely perfect. They were made of platinum and studded with black diamonds, an industrial looking ring and bracelet that made her think of power and bondage. "Touché" She murmured. The set were dominant pieces, very bold and masculine. For the first time in years, she finally accessed the account her parents opened for her so as to cover the hefty cost of the jewellery.

Anvika was stunned. "It's a gift for you." Anvika's heart skips a beat. She looked at him with her big black eyes. His eyes are filled with confusion and disbelief. Nityam finally turn his head and looked at her. But his expression didn't change much but his voice become softer, "Didn't you say you like it? But it was a little smaller. Let's used it in the ring. I will ask someone to make one for you. In the future, I will give you a whole set of jewelry of Pink diamonds. I heard there is a big one in some corner of the world, Let's use it to make a necklace later..."