Cartoon Amethyst Novels & Stories

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

All the guests around felt the aura of the supreme paragon, and their faces turned pale in response. As Supreme Lord of Grandiuno Sacred Land and a level nine supreme paragon, Amethyst was undoubtedly one of the top powers in Bleurealm. Such strength could only be matched by elders from various sacred lands or immortals. In fact, Amethyst was capable of battling for nine days and nine nights with those on the same level as him. Seeing Amethyst's angry expression, Calvert Wyrmthorn, an elderly figure with white hair smiled gently and spoke calmly, "There's no need to be angry, Amethyst. It's just a joke between youngsters."

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.

Who knew nothing of these gemstones, just the look of it he liked. Bewildered at the beauty of it, he noticed her white hands taking the bracelet and handing over to him to have a better look. The jewelry dangling on her thin fingers of her pale palm, as he took it to see the little details the bracelet had. They carefully intertwined the string around the gemstone, making it elegant. “Amethyst, this marvelous stone can tranquil your mind even in your most desperate situation and will bring you prosperity, dear.” She smiled at his stunned face, who was trying to devour the beauty of it.

“The price for interfering with fate is steep.” Amelia exhaled, her breath a cloud in the chill air. She loosened the pouch, revealing the treasures she’d brought. “A moonstone amulet,” she said, holding it up so it caught the faint light. “Vials of enchanted essence. Rare and powerful.” Morgana inspected them, her expression still unreadable. Then, she shook her head, a smile curling her lips. “These trinkets are insufficient.” Amelia’s heart sank. “But they’re all I have. I thought—”

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.

Heela ignores me, his eyes focused straight ahead as we parade toward the narwhal-pulled ferry waiting at the edge of the water. I pull at the cuffs around my wrists, trying to summon even the smallest spark of magic, but the amethyst holds firm, neutralizing every bit of power I try to call forth. “You’re lucky we found those,” he shouts back to me, as if he’s been watching me struggle with my cuffs. “That’s a rare amethyst, and we only found enough to make the one pair. We knew one day we’d encounter a fae with extraordinary power, and we’d need to neutralize their magic. Those cuffs have been waiting for you.”

He opened the first page and started reading. “The Emius are the latest creatures which appeared only a hundred years ago after the War of Freedom. A pregnant woman drowned in the famous river Colouribus Conspiratus and drank its water. Months, she gave birth to the first creature whose eyes shifted to a different colour depending on its emotions, he was called Zurith. When he grew up, the late Princess Illy fell for his charm and insisted on marrying him and making him her king. Years after, the Emius were only part of the royalty.” “Oh.” Jimmy was impressed by their origin, he then remembered the portraits he saw when he first went to the castle. Zurith must be the grey-haired male with sh

“Amulet’s like that are dangerous, and using them is just as bad.” “I won’t have to use it,” Corvu’s voice responded, “, have you heard how much Daemonaria are willing to pay for an amulet like that?” “What color was it?” “It was an amethyst.” “Humph.” The barkeep sounded pleased, “Keep that one close. You never know where she got that amulet from. It might be why she’s here. Just see if she’ll give it to you.” They were after the amulet? It was just like Patricia said. She was human and understood that Daemonaria would want this amulet, and that included Corvu. He was only being nice to me to get to the amulet.

So familiar, but exotic in a way I couldn't even begin to explain. I just stood, staring out the door like an absolute idiot, taking in the God at my doorstep. I couldn't take my eyes off his own. A deep-set swirling violet tinted with the darkest ebony black was confined to the irises of his eyes. It almost trapped me, like hands made from the illusory magic that seemed to pull me in.