Fused Gemstones Novels & Stories

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

“There used to be seven gemstones in the whole world, you know. But it was destroyed during the late nineteenth century and early twentieth century during battles by rival werewolf and vampire packs. The only three remaining gemstones were spread apart so that no one would ever find them all together. One has been with The order of Lycan for over a century. The other has been with The Supreme order of Gotham for many years as well. And the last one, well, somehow, you found it already.” Opal rolled her eyes, getting bored with all the historical talk. She pressed down on his neck once again as if to remind him who was in charge around here. “Cut the long story short,” She ordered. “Get to th

“We must continue our journey.” While he spoke, Dogori’s words played in her mind. He had said that to have any power over the undead army, the life gem and the death gem must be fused together in one being. It must apply to him too. But while he pulled his cloak back over his shoulders, she noticed something and her eyes widened, her hand dashing quickly to his chest to grab what had stunned her. Her heart hammering in her chest, each beat slimming recklessly against one another. Her breaths were loud and shaky as she spoke.

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

Tears welled in my eyes as I spoke, the fear that this moment might be all we'd ever have together creeping in. "One, forever," Sebastian whispered as he slid a solid band encrusted with moonstones onto my finger. "One, forever," Gabe echoed, sliding a band with three small crystals molded together next to the first ring. "These are dragon scales?" I asked in awe, examining the gold, opaque, and purple crystals. "Your little birds have a stash of them," Gabe replied, glancing up at the fairie dragons circling above us. "Thank you!" I called out to them, and they all chirped and cheered in response.

The sunlight struck the gemstones at once. A spectrum of colors greeted me. Deep reds, shimmering greens, fractured blues, honey-like ambers. Each stone had its own shape and weight, some roughly cut and jagged, others smooth enough to fit comfortably in a palm. Even covered in dust and fragments of soil, they glowed with a value. “Not quite enough. Make it thirty pieces. Wade and I will take care of the polishing afterward.” Earl nodded immediately. “Yes, Alpha. We’ll go back to the tunnel,” Krill responded.

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages. “It’s an experiment about how I came to exist,” I said carefully. “The blood of every known creature, harvested, refined, broken down to its purest essence and then recombined. Werewolf. Vampire. Witch. Fae. Human. Things that did not have names anymore. Things that should never have shared the same space, let alone the same body. The combined blood was used to create a gem. Not a stone in the way people imagined, but a condensed core of living energy, self stabilizing, adaptive. A gem designed to resonate with every species at once. A singular point of authority. A thing that could command blood because it understood all blood.

I grabbed the box and hurried back to Jessica, who was tapping her fingers impatiently. "Oh, that?" she said casually. "It's a gift from my grandma..." I carefully opened the box and lifted the necklace first. At its center was a large purple gemstone, shimmering with an unmistakable glow. The iridescence and deep violet hue gave it away instantly, tanzanite. The earrings and ring were embedded with the same stone, perfectly matched, flawless in cut and clarity. "Perfect!" I exclaimed, my breath hitching as I admired my own work reflected in the mirror.

And he was set to become president over his own branch of Maison Vivre. “Our conglomerate is backed by three types of gemstones stored securely in a heavily guarded bank,” I began. “These gemstones have allowed us to stay ahead. They gave us the confidence to make bold, risky decisions that always paid off. But now, to maintain our top position, we’re moving toward lower-risk strategies.” “These stones include gold, jade, and bronze.” I turned the page of the file and slid it across the desk for him to see. His eyes scanned the high-resolution photos of the raw, uncut gems.