Emerald Ocean Novels & Stories

"They say she can see the moon's path even on cloudy nights." Next, I presented the second gift – a mahogany box containing the Emerald Legacy Collection. The deep green stones gleamed against midnight blue velvet, their natural healing properties evident to any werewolf with healing knowledge. "This is from Ethan," I said simply, offering no further explanation. Eleanor opened the box, and though the emeralds were clearly exceptional quality, her reaction was noticeably cooler. Her wolf Stella merely sniffed at the box before she closed it after a brief glance and set it aside.

he said one night, his voice raw. “You didn’t choose for me,” Isabelle replied. “But I’ll choose for myself.” At the heart of Duskmoor, beneath the ruins of the old abbey, lay the Ember Shrine ,a place Isabelle had only seen in sketches and fragments. Together, they uncovered it. A stone chamber, lit by an eternal flame. On the walls, carvings of women in flames. At the center, an altar—and a symbol etched in gold: two names intertwined.

Merlin comes back over with three round gems, “Now, I wouldn’t make you carve the setting, I could magic that for you, but maybe one of these, here?” She hums thoughtfully and looks at the gems he’s chosen. They were all smooth circular cabochons; there was a fire agate, a fire opal, and a dragon’s breath opal, which she knows is just fancy glass. But the hints of blue spoke to her, she picks it up and places it where he had suggested, she tilts her head and pulls out Kai’s gift too.

I gave in, despite the fact that he had forgotten that whenever I ate lukewarm pudding, I ended up barfing my guts out. As long as Lucia was around, Gabriel saw nothing else; she was always his top priority. There was a time when his gaze had fallen on me, too. Three years ago, when he had rescued me from the ocean, dripping wet, he got on one knee in front of me and pulled out a dazzling purple diamond ring. "Please give me the chance to love you for as long as I live, Pheebs." The pink diamond bracelet on Lucia's wrist was the design that had just brought him acclaim.

What could reflect the purity of her light? During one of my missions in Hawaii, I stopped by to meet an old friend who insisted I take a tour of his mining site. While I was there, I found a breathtaking gem, a sparkling opal that glimmered with colours I’d never seen before. The moment I laid eyes on it, Ember immediately came to mind. Her hazel eyes shone with flecks of gold and green, seemed to capture the light like tiny stars, and each spark pulled at my heart. The way she moved, the way her lips curved or her brows drew together, every little expression made her eyes shine with more emotion than any fireworks display.

“Are you sure they’re not part of some conglomerate? Surely there has to be someone we can contact. There has to be someone who owns this thing.” I’m getting frustrated. Not because I don’t like the idea of Émeraude, but because of how elusive the owner or the person in charge is. I feel like I’m going crazy trying to find out who’s managing this whole thing. Benjamin and I are in my office, digging up all the information we can find about Émeraude. I’ve seen some of their stores, all with this signature deep green color. They have deep green boxes. Most of their jewelry are emeralds, which complements the name. They have a certain vintage aesthetic that people love. I’ve seen nothing but po

The descent onto Aethelgard was a clinical marvel that defied the physics of the Milky Way. As the First Mother’s Breath broke through the nitrogen-rich atmosphere, the viewports were flooded with a spectrum of blues for which I had no name in my medical logs. This was a planet of liquid quartz oceans, vast, shimmering expanses that reflected the light of a triple-star system into a permanent azure haze. Floating islands of "Blue Fire" drifted above the waves, their undersides encrusted with glowing cerulean crystals that hummed at a frequency that drove my Tempered Heart to a steady, rhythmic sixty beats per minute.

He then turned to Ruby and said, "You can rest assured that I won't let this kind of money-grubbing woman be an eyesore to you again, Ruby." That clamshell actually contained the deep-sea elixir that I had spent ten years collecting. I had refined it from mermaid tears and rare ocean treasures, letting it sit on the shore to absorb the essence of the sun and moon. It was meant to significantly ease Justin's cutaneous desiccation disorder, but now they had flipped it over without hesitation, completely destroying his final lifeline. I intended to look for a different part of the ocean to live in since I didn't want to have anything more to do with them.

A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint. The person standing nearby flinched and quickly explained. "Mr. Gage, don't get the wrong idea. This has been blowing up online all day. They're saying a woman's body was pulled from the water near the shore this morning. "She was still wearing a gown covered in gemstones. We thought it looked a lot like the one Selene wore to the engagement banquet, so we figured we'd ask." Before they even finished, Callum cut in, his expression already cold. "Ask what? You're all here tonight to celebrate Elise's performance, not to stand around gossip

Judging from this demonstration just now, I could already tell it was Emerald. Emerald is the shyest of the three dogs, and probably the most adorable; with large brown puppy eyes and huge, floppy white ears, Emerald can get any hard heart to melt like ice cream left under the sun for a few seconds. I turn around with Roy still climbing all over my bare tights and digging his sharp nails into my soft skin like he always do, before taking Emerald into my arms and delivering warm strokes unto her back and stomach.