Carnelian Wof Novels & Stories

"Thank you, Slone. I cannot say I have anything like this." I smile. "The stones next to it are carnelian, jade, and clear quartz. Carnelian awakens power and creativity, jade brings self-love, and quartz is a natural focus for power and manifestation. I know," I pause, "I know you don't believe in this stuff, but I believe in it and I think my belief will be strong enough for us both. I love you, Rosie." She smiles at me as she places the necklace around her neck. "I love you too, Slone. You really are my best friend."

The portraits were framed with glittering gemstones, and Raimere could only feel her mouth opening in shock at the luxurious display. ‘I’ve seen one of those red gemstones. Celine treasured a smaller one as her necklace so preciously that she would wipe it thrice a day.’ “Was the Rogue kingdom so rich that one of the three king clans could use such treasures for framing portraits?” Raimere mumbled under her breath as she absentmindedly followed the group. Varyan raised his brows next to her. She might have said it so softly, but the senses of the rogue werewolf race were much more sensitive than the ancient werewolves even if they turned it off.

Merlin comes back over with three round gems, “Now, I wouldn’t make you carve the setting, I could magic that for you, but maybe one of these, here?” She hums thoughtfully and looks at the gems he’s chosen. They were all smooth circular cabochons; there was a fire agate, a fire opal, and a dragon’s breath opal, which she knows is just fancy glass. But the hints of blue spoke to her, she picks it up and places it where he had suggested, she tilts her head and pulls out Kai’s gift too.

Kael wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face on my back. “A few days ago, they gave me many gems and made me choose ten.” “Do you remember what you chose?” He asked, his face still pressed against my back. I shook my head. “Not all, as I didn’t know all the gems. But among those I choose, the ones that are familiar are Sapphire, Citrine, Amethyst, Ruby, Emerald, and Garnet. All the others, I was not familiar with.” I heard him mumble, repeating the ones I told him.

As I read over the various numbers and data lines, I realized very quickly that I hardly understood any of it. "What does any of this mean?" I asked. It wasn't just the statistics that I didn't understand, I couldn't comprehend the entire situation. I'm not a Lycanthrope, I'm not a Lycanthrope, I kept repeating in my head. The doctor walked over and began to point to various horizontal columns on the chart. "We did a blood panel," he told me. "We can determine Lycanthropy by reading the levels of hemoglobin, platelets, WBC, and various other things. Because Lycans have the ability to regenerate body tissue rapidly as a way to heal quicker, your white blood cell count is a very good indicator

Mostly because she would sit there with a pen and paper, asking me how I felt when she tried to use magic on me. “That’s overkill. I mean, the catalyst itself would need to be huge. Something like a gem, with the right clarity. Even then though, you said four years it’s been going? And it’s still that strong?” She hummed, and I could hear pages flipping in the background. “It could be a sapphire or ruby. That would be intensely expensive just to keep one wolf in.” “Could it be bone?” I asked, leaning up against a tree now. “It’s that pure enough?”

And as much as I want to connect with those entrapping eyes of his, I don’t want him to think that he matters. Rowan is my present now. He’s my haven, not Derrick, who easily moved on and has a child with Cami. “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you…” Camden directed his hand to the display pedestal his assistant had just wheeled onto the stage, “One of the rarest weapons forged by the proud werewolves of the North in the eighteenth century…” His assistant opened the fine mahogany box, revealing a set of six golden rings. “It is called Wolf binder.”

Kane leaned heavily against the wall, gripping my crystal so tightly it trembled in his hand. Suddenly, it lit up again. I glanced over—it was Karl. My third elder brother. Karl, the genius werewolf doctor with eyes as sharp as moonlit blades, could identify any herb by scent alone. Just four days ago, I had found him a rare moonwart, a plant he had searched tirelessly for—hoping to ease the suffering of pack members during the full moon.

I thеn kissed hеr mоuth. "Dо уоu knоw what kind оf gems stones уоu аrе wеаrіng, Clаrеttе?" "Nо Sіr?" "Thеу аrе carnelian, a form оf translucent rеd аgаtе. It іѕ sometimes referred tо as "cornelian" rаthеr thеn "саrnеlіаn", thе "соr" tо thе Latin mеаnіng "of the hеаrt."

She crosses her arms stubbornly, glaring at me petulantly. “That will not do,” I needle at her some more, trying not to chuckle as she huffs at me. “You are also required to dine with me, are you not, Carnelia?” “Carnelia,” her lip curls. “Yes, like carnelian. A very strong and beautiful stone. I think it fits you.” She opens her mouth to say something but then snaps it shut. Placing a single finger on her lip, she taps herself several times with that single finger.