Novelas y relatos de Carnelian Wof

"I'm not a potentate. I'm never fated to battle in the frontlines." The sorrow in his heart threatened to overcome his jubilation, but he managed to keep his negative emotions in check. His lack of piloting aptitude was an old regret. Instead, he put a hand in his pocket and retrieved a dark red carnelian. The gemstone's subtle gradient alluded to a lifelike drop of blood. It inspired a sense of vitality and passion. He could think of no better gem to crown his first creation. Lucky meowed at the sight of its old excretion, pawing at it with the playfulness of a child stirring around his plate of food.

This was her museum, and I was honored to be in the space. The auctioneer, Edward, cleared his throat. “Very good,” he said, breaking through the silence that nearly consumed us. “Now we are starting off with a priceless artifact… a pendant with the rarest red ruby, surrounded by the rare blue diamond. It was named the Fire Cry pendant; the ruby presented the fire, and the diamonds represented the tears. It’s worth $100,000 on the market, and it was given to us by Madam Eliana of the Westwood pack, passed down by generations.”

Colton asked her to wait for him at the counter and followed the sales clerk to another place. Freyja stood there and looked around. Suddenly, a necklace on the counter caught her attention. It was the Eight-Awn Stars that represented luck. The main focus of the necklace was a green malachite with a plaque in the shape of intertwined wheat. There was a diamond inlaid in the center of the eight-awn star, and it was a new item released by Carls Daiea, a luxury brand that produced jewelry. She took a look at the price. It cost about $15,000.

“I run the jewelry store here in town, so all the necklaces, bracelets, and rings are made from various karats of gold and there’s a few sterling silver in the bunch. It has a thick layer of protective coating for my wolf customers, of course. Feel free to look around and let me know if there’s anything that catches your eye.” With Evangeline at my side we browsed the jewelry, pointing out ones we liked. There was one necklace in particular that stood out to me. It was a pale gold with a delicate citrine charm carved in the shape of a lightning bolt. I lifted the necklace and held it up to the light, marveling at how the yellow-gold gemstone seemed to glow. It reminded me of Caius. “I could

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

I point at him, "You. Dark Jewel. It's mine." That's all I give him because, well his annoying the living piss out of me. He needs to get together. He's a damn Beta, for crying out loud. Ashton steps closer to me and sits on the couch, clasping his hands in front of him. He looks down, letting out a ragged breath, "is your wolf black with a dark green tint in the light." "Yes." Ashton nods, "you are Alpha and Beta. The rumors are true they didn't kill all Eros bloodline."

“A fine? It’s not a damn speeding ticket! You would accuse me of theft. I figured, since you gathered all that information for the feds, you would know the difference between a felony and a misdemeanor. Your phone is worth what?” “I don’t know; it’s a custom case. Like half a million, I think.” I replied. The design, named Diamond Snowflake, features tiny white gold and 18 carrot diamonds. It’s really pretty. From a brand called Caviar. They're really hard to get, but Daddy pulled some strings for me.

“It is beautiful. What’s it made of? As it doesn't burn, and what does each of the patterns on it represent?” “It is made out of 3 thin woven rings of Zirconium. The blood-red teardrop-shaped ruby held by vampire fangs is to represent the Vampires. The howling wolf, of course, represents us Werewolves and Lycans and the panther represents the Shifters. There were 3 made and from what I understand, all three fit together as one ring, but as the Queens were all friends, they split them and wore one each.” “Wow. Talking about Queen’s hows Rania? Did Malik’s castle get hit when I was taken?”

But she is always gentle and nurturing when I need it. Her name ‘Morganite’ originates from a pink gemstone. I love it! The colours pink and rose-gold have always been the colours I feel my soul has a connection to. When I got my wolf when I turned sixteen, I knew why. Morganite is a stunning wolf. She is a pink champagne colour. Just another way to believe that the Moon Goddess has everything planned. “Yes, so you keep saying.” I sigh softly.

"An omega who doesn't know she's an omega. It's fascinating, really." "Back off, Lena," Jace warned, his voice dropping even lower. I glanced at him and saw his eyes had shifted—the hazel darkening to that now-familiar gold that seemed to glow with inner light. Lena's eyes flashed in response, the amber color shifting to the same unnatural gold. The air between them seemed to crackle with tension, and I found myself pressing back against the booth, my heart hammering in my chest. "Careful, Jace," Lena purred, though there was nothing soft about her tone. "You wouldn't want to cause a scene, would you? Not with so many humans around."