Romans & histoires Diamond Castle

Anyone else who wanted to attack would have to contend with a steep climb up a treacherous mountain first, so there was no way anyone was going to be able to invade this particular stronghold. They walked past the guards who saluted Slate and into his home. The castle was made of large stone rocks of dark gray. Inside, sparse artwork hung on the walls, which were lit by a few lantern sconces from time to time, but for the most part, the interior was dark, the gray stones the most prominent feature of the hall we passed through to a den with a similar make up.

Our security is lame. Going back, my book slightly glowed and miraculously made a freaking identification certificate. The same does for Zale. So this book made by the Gods can also do illegal things, convenient I must say. We didn't think twice and showed our certificate and the knights gladly welcomed us in the County. "Welcome to Heliutin County, travelers."

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

And I was done being a secret. The Diamond Club was a fortress of glass and steel rising out of the heart of L.A. It was the kind of place where the air-conditioning was set to a freezing temperature just to prove they could afford the electricity. Outside, the street was a chaos of idling luxury SUVs and the low hum of power. I clutched the gift bag in my hand. Inside was a tailored Italian suit that cost more than my car. It was a peace offering. A bridge. A way to say, I’m proud of you, now let the world see me. "Name?" The bouncer at the VIP entrance didn't even look up from his tablet. He was built like a brick wall and smelled of expensive cologne and aggression.

Dominic's fingers gently traced the mark on my neck, his touch sending shivers down my spine. "Would you like to go ring shopping?" he asked, his voice low and gentle. I nodded, unable to speak. "I know a place," he said. "Crescent Jewelers. They're known throughout the Northern Territory for their unique designs." At Crescent Jewelers, I was initially drawn to an extravagant diamond ring that sparkled under the display lights. "This one's beautiful," I said, pointing to the ostentatious piece. Dominic nodded but didn't comment. As the jeweler showed us more options, my eyes fell on a pair of simple, elegant bands. They featured small diamonds embedded in a delicate pattern that resembled ru

I find his black Camaro outside the gate. "Looking…. Interesting?" he said with an amused expression. I look him dead in the eye and tell him we should go. The Diamond Pavilion is a huge infrastructural masterpiece, having a hundred years ago. It's known as one of the country's greatest beauty. Even though its old, all the renovations over years have kept it up to date and is the top and most expensive place to stay or eat. It's attached to the mall and has a main restaurant. This restaurant is expensive and requires days in advance to book a table but for car holders its easy. Lucky enough grandma has one, being the head of the family. I'm meeting her for our monthly dinner after all I have

I guided her to a private counter where glass cases gleamed with diamonds, each one a star begging for a sky. “Marion, this is too much,” she whispered, shaking her head as I pointed to a necklace, sleek, delicate, the kind of brilliance that didn’t need to scream to be noticed. “Too much?” I leaned close, my breath brushing her ear. “Wildfire, nothing will ever be too much for you. Plus, Whitfield Corporation supplies them with diamonds. I have a discount.” I said to her and winked. “Mr. Whitfield,” I heard my name and turned to see the sales manager walking towards us. “Welcome.” She circled the glass display cases as she moved in. We greeted each other with a handshake.

“A Daylight ring? But how?” Anna... I knew Lucifer was going to ask how I had a Daylight ring...they are extremely rare and dangerous to make. A Daylight ring is exactly how it sounds, it allows vampires to go into the sunlight without smoking, combusting into flames and ending up a pile of ash. They are a highly sought after item because of this. I decided to ignore my mate. “It doesn’t matter how...it’s yours. But I need to know who’s trying to kill me.” I say as I watch him slide the ring on his finger, the band magically shrinking to fit his size.

Valerie who seemed a little below the age of thirty retracted her hands from the gentleman’s and nodded her head as she said. “ I can’t wait to see Mark’s face” she flashed a small grin. “ Haha!” Bob chuckled subtly and walked upfront towards the commercial building with a signpost saying 'Citadel's' largely in view. Just as they got in, Val had to suck in her breath at the sight before her and she had to take a pause on her stride. The golden artificial lights shone on the sparkling varieties of jewelries in the showcase glasses. The place could only be described as all shiny and just overall dreamy. The utopia of every female gender.

"Starr, did you see which way Diamond went?" Her shoulders slumped, and her smile faded. She didn't bother with words; instead, she pointed to the exit. It took me three steps to reach the door and another one to actually get through it once it was open. There wasn't much activity in the dimly lit parking lot behind Club Swank. With all of Union 21's peddlers inside, sales weren't happening on the sidewalks. The streets were quiet except for my heavy boots on the gravel. Just as I got beyond the piece of shit Ford that sat next to the building, I saw the black Lexus. And then Diamond.