Novelas y relatos de Emerald

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty

She has straight shoulder-length black hair and dark blue hazel-coloured eyes. “Hi, my name is Emerald,” I tell them. “That is the coolest name. Is it because of your eyes?” Draven asks. “Yeah, mom and dad tell me that they are the color of emeralds,” I say. “Here comes trouble.” Lyra snorts.

“With this emerald phantom crystal, is Ms. D’Cruz still going to leave?” As his voice rang in the air, Waverly’s footsteps halted. Everyone turned around to see the item in his hand. It was a pure emerald crystal ball the size of a quail egg, laying silently on a pure white brocade. Under the sunlight, its emerald color exuded a soft glow akin to the moon’s beam. One look at it gave one the sense of comfort. Most importantly, if one looked closely, one would realize that within the emerald crystal were numerous catkins. It was as if the catkins flew in the air and f

"The king is an Emius, his eyes can shift into different colours in a short time and each colour represents an emotion. Not many can read them easily without learning." "Oh, I see." the young man nodded. "Now, I understand better." "This is why I told you that he does not hate you." "Well, that's a relief, I guess," Jimmy said. "But do the lake's colours have something to do with the Emius?" he asked. "The Colouribus Conspiratus has nothing to do with them. Indeed each colour also represents an emotion but it is the only similarity between them." "I see." Nylian smiled and ruffled his head. "We are approaching," he said when they finally arrived at the village to be greeted by many creatures

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.

Various bizarre symbols began forming, an attempt by the boy to recreate the riddle from the beginning before forgetting anything that could be proven crucial for finding the solution. Colors and gems, as well as a name I have never heard before. How are they correlated between them? Scarlet and red are maybe connected with the rubies and bloodstones? And perhaps the color teal is considered to have some relation with the aquamarine and the emerald. Then, what about Mithril and orange? No, Mithril's color is silver; I am missing something for sure. There is also that man named Kale Eleguards remaining. I have to, at least for now, make sure not to forget his n

She opens it. Inside is a ring. Platinum band, clean and precise. A single oval stone, deep green. Not a diamond. An emerald, the specific dark green of something that has been growing for a long time in conditions that were not always favourable and is more itself because of it, not despite it. She looks at it for a long moment. She does not say anything immediately. "It is not a diamond," I say. "No," she says. "I did not want a diamond," I say. "A diamond is what you choose when you have not thought carefully about the specific person." I pause. "I thought carefully about the specific person."

She presented the black velvet tray to me with utmost care. “Mr. Hale, she will never take this off,” she murmured, lifting the necklace. A cascade of flawless white diamonds formed the chain, framing a breathtaking pear-shaped emerald at the center; it has a. deep, vivid green color chosen to match Lila’s eyes exactly. The emerald glowed, it's surrounded by a halo of pavé diamonds. Engraved on the hidden clasp are our initials and the exact date we first made. “A woman like her…is truly blessed to be loved this way.”the saleswoman continues .

“I see that you brought some papers as well. Give that to me. I hope they’re sample designs.” “They are,” I confirm, and she flips through them immediately as soon as I hand over the files. Her face immediately goes slack with surprise and admiration. “Oh, these are gorgeous! I love the one that you designed with obsidian stones!” She shows me one of the sample designs, the interwoven gold that Émeraude is famous for, dotted with little emeralds. “I want this. Maybe don’t release this just yet because I want one for me that I can show off to my friends.”

He also smirks and nods, “Yes, Eliza. I’m yours.” She nods, and takes the ring. It’s a perfect fit, and she studies it on her hand. It’s a large round cut emerald, and the band looks like vines or branches, with four smaller emeralds as leaves. It’s smooth around her finger, and it matches perfectly with everything else. It looks perfect on her finger, and he smiles at her,