Novel & Cerita Cursed Sapphire

Her eyes are fluttering shut again and there’s blood on her mouth. The woman who looked familiar… “I knew her, didn’t I?” “Obviously. You two got on so well, Quade used to get jealous.” Why don’t I remember any of this? It hurts and angers me at the same time. “So then, why does he want this sapphire so much?” I ask quietly. “Sapphire’s taken from someone still hold great power, but here’s a fun fact,” she whispers, and I lean closer to hear her properly. “That sapphire I’ve taken, it was cut out of the dying body of your fated mate.”

"So I'm not cursed?" "Not exactly," the healer said carefully. "But that doesn't clear you either." "Why not?" "Because some curses mask themselves. They hide behind other magical signatures to avoid detection." The hope died as quickly as it had come. "So the test proves nothing?" "The test proves you've been exposed to supernatural forces. But not what kind or why." Ivan appeared in the doorway, looking nervous. He pulled a small object from his pocket. A silver pendant on a delicate chain. "Alpha Soren," he said formally. "Here is what you asked for, the pendant that was found near the tree lines, Blood evidence suggests it was lost during the assault on Alpha Dante."

“The Alpha. He told me I could read. He permitted me. I didn’t mean to transgress. I only followed where he led.” The Queen’s eyes sharpened, turning into chips of flint. She stepped closer, the torchlight casting long, dancing shadows that made her look like a spectre of judgment. “That library is not a collection of stories, child. It is a vault. It contains things that must never leave its walls—arcane truths, blood-debts, and memories that my son guards with a ferocity that borders on madness. And yet… You are here. You are breathing.” The Queen leaned down, her presence suffocating. “If you had truly come into contact with him with the beast that dwells beneath his skin you would have d

"A soul-drain curse. Designed to pull the victim's spirit out of their body over time. Normal healing magic is useless against it. It feeds on life force, on hope, on love." "Can it be stopped?" Noah asked. "There is a cure," Seraphine said. "A rare flower that grows only in the Fae realm. The Silverbloom. Its petals can reverse the curse, pull the darkness out of the wound." "The Fae realm," I said. "The Fae are allied with the Council. They will not just give us a flower." "No," Seraphine agreed. "You would have to take it. And the Fae guard their treasures carefully. The Silverbloom grows in the Queen's private garden, behind walls of magic and thorns."

He is not gazing at me; he is merely passively observing the table. I open the little box in a flash and realize it contains a ring. But it's not any diamond ring, it has a sapphire stone set into the gold portion of the ring's handle. My eyes start to swell up. The sapphire represents a person who is noble, truthful, sincere, and faithful. The gemstone Casimir gave me fits these descriptions, but why? I couldn't care less if he is unaware of my existence. He has avoided me for the previous years as if I’m a plague that he should get rid of. But why this particular gem?

Wrapped around the stones was a dainty Celtic filigree design. “Do you hate it?” Clayton asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty as she stared at the ring, unmoving. “I love it,” Camden whispered, her eyes fixed on it, a mix of emotions swirling within her. “Is it an antique?” “It is,” Clayton replied, his smile returning. “It’s a Scottish Sapphire. They symbolize loyalty and are unique to the Isle of Lewis. I thought you might want something to remember this journey by.”

He didn't want young people who were raw like Gavriel who liked to show off to be stunned by things they thought were great, that could be very dangerous. “Because of that, I can now understand why *Sapphire is so rare and distinct. Its level shift fluctuation is vastly different from the usual level transfer. The enthusiasm and turmoil are completely opposite to what is experienced physically, we are completely unable to realize that our body is destroyed and it can even kill us. Adrenaline will continue to provoke us to continue to release all the killing intent we have. Which, in the end, destroys and we may be killed by our own strength.''

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

"I can't believe it. After all this time..." I wrapped her in a tight embrace, savoring the warmth of her presence. "I know, Sabrina," I murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "It's been a long and difficult journey, but we finally have hope." Pulling away, I met Sabrina's gaze with unwavering determination. "The shaman told me that the cure lies in a Blood Ruby, a gemstone that comes from the frozen blood of a witch," I explained, my voice steady despite the weight of the revelation. "I have to find this gem, crush it, and drink it to break the curse."

I realized Brock never loved me, yet my love for him was deep. Sitting on Sapphire's velvet couch, its royal blue and dark wood frame felt luxurious. Sapphire sat next to me, her hands holding mine, her intense gaze reaching into my soul. I let myself go, aware that she could see through all my secrets. As I waited, I watched her confidently examine her countless concoctions, a picture of wisdom and insight beyond our world. When she spoke, her words held a gentle warning, revealing a choice. She cautioned that fulfilled desires can become unforeseen curses. That magic always came with a price.