Emerald Novels & Stories

Callisto beamed a smile. The Emerald Sea is caught in the center of the Leonhart Empire and the Sylvester Empire. Our Empire has rights in the sea since it is a part of our economic borders, but the Sylvester Empire claims they have historic rights. The Emerald Sea is a habitat for exotic and rare creatures, engraved mana stones and jewelry underneath the ocean floor, and hundreds of uninhabited fertile islands. The dispute has been on-going for more than a hundred years, there is probably no person in both empires that are not aware of the gravity of this dispute.

"You have no idea. The peony I had in my room died the other day and she threw a funeral for it." He raised an eyebrow at me. "That peony survived all this time?" I blushed slightly. "It is the flower of prosperity in China, isn't it?" He regarded me with a satisfied half smile. "Yes, it is." I pushed my hair over my shoulder, looking up at the treetops. "Do you think it's going to rain? The sky's looking pretty dark." Eric looked up as well. "Seems that way," he muttered. "Nova!" He called. "We can come back for the ants

It was her wedding night. Evelyn was the bride. And like every bride she was nervous of what kind of changes this new relationship would bring in her life. But alas, her world turned upside down when she was magically summoned Ken, one of the alphas of a werewolf pack.

Everyone was shocked and looked over. Thea was even more upset. His wild guesses had worked out. However… Three minutes later, another stonecutter called out, “Green, it’s green again! And it’s the transparent kind. It’s an amazing find!” Another two minutes later, another one of them yelled out, “Big find! Big find! It’s emerald jadeite!” “This piece has it too!” “Here too, and it’s another emerald jadeite!” “Oh my god, there’s even a piece of pure green emerald here…”

If anything, what I had seen on the TV seemed dull in comparison to what went on in the Iridescence Pack. My eyes widened and my jaw became slack as I realized why this was called the Carnival Cerulean. Bundles of living flame were suspended in the air, casting their beautiful light on the Carnival below. The flames weren’t normal, flickering with orange and red light. They were a rich shade of blue, cerulean to be exact. Within those flames were different shades and colors, all stemming from the color blue. They crackled and snapped, sending cobalt embers into the air whenever something managed to catch itself in the flames.

"I found it in a pile of old things in the basement storage. I thought this might suit you." Claire unlocked the small latch on the box. As soon as the lid opened, she gasped. Inside the box, lined with slightly worn black velvet, lay a stunning set of emerald jewelry. A necklace, earrings, and a bracelet featuring deep green emeralds that sparkled brilliantly under the bedroom lights. Their glow was so rich, as if they held the light from the depths of the purest forest. "Julian," Claire covered her mouth with her hand, her eyes widening as she stared at the jewelry. "Is this... is this real? These emer

Elana held the necklace in her palm. She held it up. The pearlescent gem, a rough, unpolished stone. It was dark, a swirling mix of deep moss green and slat gray, looking less like a jewel and more like a piece of the mountain itself. “This,” Elana announced, “is an Earthstone.”

A breathtaking masterpiece crafted from rose bronze, its metal delicately sculpted into the shape of interlaced tendrils and celestial swirls, creating a subtle shimmer that catches the light with every movement. At the center of the hand rests a teardrop-shaped emerald, glowing with deep forest green tones — the heart of the piece. Encircling it is a halo of yellow sapphires and icy blue topaz, blending together like the first blush of sunrise meeting a fading night sky. A smile spread across my face. “This is the one.” I said under my breath. My parents can twin it. I took a peep at the price and it was expensive, but I could afford it.

"This is the promise of the future." He opened the box. Inside was a simple, platinum band—delicate, strong, and completely devoid of ostentation. It held one small, perfect emerald, the color of the deepest moss in her nursery. "I found this at a local antique shop," Elias explained, his voice low and earnest. "No tracking device, no insurance appraisals, no corporate history. It’s just metal and a stone the exact color of your eyes when you’re looking at your hydrangeas."

Alina stepped forward because everyone expected her to, because her feet remembered what her mind wanted to refuse. Inside, the Crown chamber was circular and close, its walls curving inward like the inside of a shell. Smoke-darkened stone rose to a vaulted ceiling. The floor bore the marks of centuries, worn thin at the center where people had stood and waited and hoped. At the heart of the room, on a low plinth of blackwood, rested the Ember Crown. It looked smaller than Alina remembered. Or perhaps memory had made it heavier. Up close, the metal was darker than iron, threaded with faint ember-red veins that did not glow so much as wait. At its center sat a single stone, dull and opaque, t