Emerald Ocean Novels & Stories

"Adrianna, to me, you are the most precious thing in this world." "Here," he said, his tone changing as he momentarily let go of me to retrieve something. He pulled out a small, elegant jewelry box. "I have something for you." "What is this?" I asked. When I opened the box, I had to catch my breath. Inside lay the newly released Ocean's Embrace diamond bracelet, a collaboration piece by Kairos Jewels. It featured 108 diamonds arranged to mimic stars circling the moon, each stone sparkling with an intense brilliance.

Emerald is not only my sister she is my twin, the connection is strong between us. Emerald has the long white hair the same as our mother but the green eyes of our father. Her gift is something she struggles with, she feels everyone's emotions as if they are hers, she struggles in crowds, she also can tell if someone is lying. Aunt Red has always helped by making her blocking trinkets or potions.

The Atlantic Ocean did not just rise; it unfolded. As Hope Thorne pulled the red lever in the heart of the Mycelium-Dreadnought, the emerald frequency of the "Abyssal Song" rippled through the water like a physical blade. Below the Golden Citadel of the Consensus, the seabed didn't just shift—it breathed.

Another ten minutes later, Tobias yelled, “Holy sh*t! Oh my god! This is unreal! This is… a glassy emerald! This is especially rare!” Yet another ten minutes passed and the stonecutter had cut up the ore from three different sides. A large emerald that was about the size of a basketball surfaced though, only a small part of the ore had been cut open. Dickinson sat on the damp ground, shocked to his core. “How… just how big is this thing?”

Dryad’s uncle entered the portal with the crawled huntress as her vines picked the injured hunters along with her before long it disappears. At the Water Nymphs Kingdom, beyond the Yorub-an sea to the east of the Inhumanes empire and the region between the seas and forest. Another large ocean, second largest to the Yorub-an sea was called by many names but most beings called it the Eleme ocean. It only drizzles down from the grey clouds above on the corresponded inhabitants of the tropical island, sometimes accompanied with low visibility and fog. Just like the Empire of the Inhumanes the water Nymphs lived on an island but very smaller in size and surrounded by running rivers, streams and w

Written in script was hard to read but it looked like it said, ‘the one who will be chased by many but will only know heartbreak till the time is right’ Below it was a necklace that looked just like my ring but on a chain. “I don’t have a necklace” I said confused. “Actually, before my mother died, she told me of a young woman who would need information and guidance. She would have a known pain but seeking a better future. A girl with emerald green eyes to match the stone. I believe she was talking about you.” Pulling out a bag, she slipped the necklace out and put it in my hand. It was a single emerald stone in a circle with silver band around it with a vine pattern on the sides. It was con

Oceana woke up with a gasp. She was breathing heavily as everything the voice said replayed in her head. " Espiritu fortuna mothera." And with that, she disappeared. "Jisela, I had a dream. A voice told me that she was my godmother, she also told me to get emerdos crystals and bring them to a tree called elderly." Oceana reported. "You have to get rid of your fears Ana.... That is just a dark spirit trying to toy with your fears. But for now, let's keep your identity a secret." Jisela said.

Delicate straps, adorned with tiny emerald crystals that twinkled like morning dew, cascaded down my shoulders, disappearing into the open back of the dress. From the bodice, the emerald hue lightened subtly, morphing into a seafoam green that flowed down my torso in a way that accentuated my hourglass figure. The skirt wasn't simply a straight column; instead, it billowed out slightly from the hips, creating a subtle mermaid silhouette that whispered of elegance and movement. Layers upon layers of the gossamer-thin emerald fabric flowed down to the floor, creating a breathtaking train that trailed behind me like a luxurious green waterfall. The very end of the train was detailed with a bord