Emerald Ocean Novels & Stories

Once emerald, her eyes turned to the eye colour Amethyst had been yearning to see— glistening and azure pair of eyes— blue as the seas of the 'Nixie. "Are you so certain that everything is under your thumb, Althea!?" Immediately after she halted a few seconds away, Melpomene threw a question at Amethyst's face— a question that contained words that swiftly made Amethyst's stomach churn. Curling her lips into a grin, Amethyst scowled at Melpomene who was standing before her, shamelessly naked. "Well…are you sure that the ocean listens to you?" Ignoring Melpomene's question, Amethyst shrugged and spat the words, tilting her head to the side, as if wanting to have a better glance at Melpomene.

Arabella said. "Yes, but it is impossible that was why we decided to use a second option since I couldn't find the River of Fire." Emerald told her, by now half of their body, from their waists below, were inside the dark River. "Enough of this and let's concentrate on what brought us here." She added releasing Arabella hand and lifted up her two hands to the air and started chanting: 'The ocean is the beginning of the world. All life comes from the sea. Run river, flow river.

The color had no rival, among any blue gem. No! That can not be! Israle's thoughts had finally became fluent as he was able to pull the name of the gem from the depths of his conscious. Is this the Eternal Depth’s Sapphire!? Yes, I remember Lord Henderson speaking on it briefly, but this dose fit the description that was given. One may be able to find it if they were to be able to walk on the deepest part of the oceans floor. They were praised as one of the rarest gems!

The price of this gemstone is just the flow of his company in a day, for him it's just a little pocket money for her. Elena's eyes were caught by one of the dark green gemstones, the whole thing was a young girl picking a ballet dancer and the crown on top of her head was set with that dark green gemstone, the back was designed in the style of a brooch. "This is the best colour emerald, is recently dug out of the recent new mine in Brazil, this clarity although it is medium but its saturation is very high, the appearance of the design we invited is also the famous jewellery designer Phyllis personally designed to manipulate, the global limited edition of no more than 20 pieces."

Author's POV Emerald smiled bitterly. "You are the first man who didn't need my name to call me by my name... Feels like you were the only one who was supposed to know me." Egon took a deep breath, realising he had her real name while searching for it. "Emerald!" She smiled sadly when a lone tear escaped his eyes while he stared at the Ocean with a heavy heart, that one tear was heavier than the ocean in front of her.

Just as the jewel had never officially been found. Various descriptions of the Heart of the Ocean had surfaced over the years, and they were all similar. It was a very large, very blue sapphire. The picture up on the screen right now bore an uncanny resemblance to the rumored jewel. I cocked my head to the side. It was rather simple though, wasn’t it? People continued to speculate as to whether or not this was, in fact, the legendary jewel. But I couldn’t overlook the fact that it wasn’t really a design at all.

I center the first item and remove the covering. The first item up for our mini auction is a necklace set called Emerald’s of the Sea! Made with platinum material and as the name suggests Emeralds, I assure you every piece you will see here this evening are one of a kind! Who would like to start the bidding at $4,000?!

It was the sound of a world that refused to be still. The Great Engine had left the Sea of Salt behind, its massive treads now grinding over a landscape that defied every map in the Union archives. For ten years, they had assumed the West was a graveyard of obsidian. They were wrong. As the fleet crested the "Last Ridge," the grey and black of the volcanic waste gave way to a color that many of the Southern-born citizens had only seen in paintings: Emerald. But this was not the gentle green of a garden. It was the aggressive, suffocating green of a jungle that breathed.

"This is impossible. How can this be here?" Natalie, standing not far away, scoffed cynically. "Of course it’s impossible, Mr. Sterling. That’s just plastic junk her husband bought at a flea market. She’s just trying to get attention at my party." Sterling seemed not to hear Natalie’s words. Instead, he moved even closer, nearly touching the skin of Claire’s neck to verify the stone’s clarity. "Plastic? Miss Natalie, do you realize what you are saying? This is the Heart of the Abyss. I recognize this unique Marquise cut. This is the rarest emerald rumored to have disappeared from a closed auction in Europe last year."