Novel & Cerita Fused Gemstones

“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."

She intentionally appeared there to create the gemstone garden already knowing I'd arrive someday. The original was far more magnificent than the copy. The garden was more like a forest, comparable to Brasher but bigger. Then she named the centre a garden. Different trees made of different gemstones and minerals stood firmly, with bushes, flowers, and other ground crops also made out of jewels. If I didn't remember its original splendour before I left, I would have thought this was its full glory, but it wasn't. The gemstone had lost a little efficiency since I left, but because it still stood, the gemstone garden in Lúa Infinita was infinite.

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."

Seeing this desperate assault, I barked out a command, my voice laced with steel. "Load the larger gemstones!" The soldiers, their faces grim but resolute, scrambled to obey. They heaved massive blocks of gemstone into the towers, their movements fueled by a mixture of fear and determination. As the gemstones settled into place, strange humming sounds emanated from the towers, their intricate symbols glowing with an eerie light. The blue orb of energy at the heart of each tower pulsed, then shifted, transforming into a menacing crimson.

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.

For convenience, the shop had been closed that day, only serving Jake and Ann. The shopkeeper invited Ann to sit in the shop comfortably, and some of the shop assistants brought some types of jewelry from the newest collection. Ann could tell that these jewels were all costly and of high quality from the gleam of their light. Besides being made of gold, the gemstones that adorn them were stunning. Emerald, topaz, rose quartz, ruby, peridot, tourmaline, onyx, diamond, jadeite, opal, sapphire, alexandrite. The price was hundreds of thousands to millions of dollars per carat.

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.