Blue Gemstone Resident Evil Novels & Stories

VERENA He rushes towards the stairs. I look at Maria before I follow behind him. We reach the safe where the Goddess Gem is kept. Dad types in the security code, and the safe door opens, revealing the red gem inside a glass case. I frown and look at Dad. “I don’t understand. Why did you come here?” Dad places the glass case carefully on the table and takes out the gem. The gem glows red as he holds it in his hand. “Look…” he points at the base of the gem. I lean closer and squint my eyes.

She cleared her throat, then returned to her markings on the vellum map, making runes appear in blue Helafire, then disappear. The scent of roses lingered. I was drowning in the ambrosial perfume of Jarnja's heart. And the sandalwood Tuniska perfume Yolanda always favored emanated from the amethyst godstone still in my breast band. Yolanda examined the Eleleth relic. The white gem shone in the bioluminescent blue haze.

Halatang lasing na ito dahil halos nakailang refill na ng wine ang waiter sa kopita nito. "Sure... lets set that," pormal at matipid namang ngumiti ang papa niya. At kung ano-ano pang kaplastikan. "Tita... what's you're favorite gemstone po pala?" tanong naman ng Gemlins sa stepmom niya na nginitng-ngiti pero kahit ganoon ay mukha pa ring malaki ang mata. "Ah... I love Amethist and Emerald." nakangiti namang tugon nito, "For me they look so elegant and relaxing."

"All right, I found something. After everything, in the alley. Levin narrows his eyes and takes a step closer. "Show me." After hesitating, Jerry extracts the fragment of bloodstone. Even here, I sense its power as its crimson glow pulses. Levin gasps. "You've been carrying this?" he asks in a low, menacing voice. "Damon is destroying the city because of it." Jerry's voice breaks as he admits, "I had no idea what it was." "I just picked it up."

Wendell hurriedly handed over a carving knife, which Damian used to lightly scrape at the spot he'd noticed earlier. The weather-beaten surface of the bronze relic was relatively soft. Soon, a layer of patina had been scraped away. Damian's eyes sharpened again. He knew there was something unusual about the bronze dagger! Embedded in the bronze was a clear gemstone. Using the carving knife, he gently pried it free and held it in his hand. "What's that?" Wendell piped up with a frown, looking quite confused. The gemstone was about the size of a quail egg. It was blue and translucent, the smooth surface glowing under the light.

I look up at them for a moment confused but Emerald stands taking the bracelet. “Each stone represents our personal aura, black for Denu, pink for Bellatrix, green for me and of course purple for you” She explains, pointing to each stone. I look up at each of these females, they have guided, protected and overall loved me my whole life. “Don’t cry your makeup” Denu cuts in, clearly her hormones gone from earlier. We all laugh at her, she rolls her milky white eyes at us while flipping us off.

Elana held the necklace in her palm. She held it up. The pearlescent gem, a rough, unpolished stone. It was dark, a swirling mix of deep moss green and slat gray, looking less like a jewel and more like a piece of the mountain itself. “This,” Elana announced, “is an Earthstone.”

He really learned faster. That's better than being a late bloomer. So that he can think about his future or early. I'm just here to guide him. I smiled and looked into his emerald eyes. I've always admired his eyes even though he got that man's eyes, especially his face. A lot of things trigger me but my son doesn't. I don't know why even though they look so similar. If that man makes me lose my sanity, my son makes me happy and gives me rest.

Lastly, I pointed to the golden stone, “This is the Tiger’s eye, it is said to help with power and motivation along with calming self-doubt and fears.” A smile stretches upon his lips, lightening up his orbs. “You are impressive Bellatrix.” He praised, “And let me guess, you can name each component the crystals are made of.” I smirked in triumph, “Of course. I never do anything half-heartedly.” He hummed in appraisal, walking over towards the section filled with revolvers. He takes ahold of the third one, sleek black all over. Clocking out the revolving cylinder and pulling out something from the chamber. Steadily walking over while analysing the unusual revolver, it was bigger than a regula

The ballroom was a sea of shimmering silk and low, quiet murmurs. Thousands of crystals in the chandeliers caught the light, but the heaviest thing in the room was resting right against my neck. The "Cursed" Emerald felt unnaturally cold. It was a dark, deep green that seemed to drink in the light rather than reflect it. Every time I passed a mirror, I caught a look at myself. I looked powerful, but I felt like I was standing on a trapdoor.