Garnet Amethyst Fuse Novels & Stories

“Baby would be happy.” “Oh girl, you pout like that and I could never say no.” Ryan spoke almost like mush. Avalon squealed as she lead him to the food court to get some food. Rosalie chuckled happily as she leaned into Asrar some more till her eyes caught something in the store. It was a jewelry story with a beautiful silver crescent moon. A diamond sitting at the bottom. Asrar looked over at what she was looking at with a smile. He walked her over so she could look at it.

I whisper slowly as I open the felt box. My fluttering heart eases, there isn’t a ring, but it is equally beautiful. A gorgeous white gold necklace sparkles before me. The pendant hanging from the chain is a rose shaped like a heart. Inside the loop is a shiny gem strawberry—a garnet with three tiny emeralds as the leaves. “It’s a charm holder. You can add any small pendant to match your outfits,” “Justine, this is too much,” crying while examining it. “Lola, please don’t cry,” she whispers, pulling me into a hug.

“I’m not asking you to kneel, Seras. I’m asking you to stand beside me. Same power. Same risk. Same crown.” For the first time, the red streak in her hair looked less like blood and more like a bridge. She swallowed. “If I say yes… what happens to the black garnet?” “We melt it down,” I said. “Make two new lockets. One for each of us. Shared vein, shared heart.” The safelight steadied. The photo finished developing. In it, Seras and I were smiling. Seras stared at it for a long time. Then she looked up.

It was an amethyst stone. “Well, ain’t this pretty?” he asked, looking at the stone. “This would compliment you a lot, Cait. The stone’s color is the same as half the shade in your eyes.” With a snort, he bent and hooked the necklace in her neck. “There, beautiful.” The amethyst settled neatly in her cleavage. Its color showed a stark difference from her white nightgown - a swirl of magical purples, blue and white. For a moment, Noman saw a quick spark from it and then a slight change in color to a red, but he shrugged his shoulders thinking that it was just the flame’s effect from the fireplace of the room.

Smoke rose in tendrils from open-air stalls where meats sizzled and spices filled the air with an intoxicating perfume. Samarth and Inayat emerged from the jewel seller’s shop, her fingers still brushing the pendant resting over her heart. It was carved from the finest Alexandrite, a stone that shifted its hues under different lights—green by day, red by night. Just like the quiet war within her. Samarth had paid the jeweler in gold coins, heavy and old, etched with his crest. Inayat mounted Cyclone, the white stallion, but her gaze lingered on Samarth as he secured his own steed.

I saw Maeve in this ring, and I was… mystified. “That,” the clerk said, noticing my intense focus, “is cut from one of the most rare gems in our stock.” He pulled out the ring from the glass case with careful, steady hands and held it up for us to take a closer look. “Behold, the Amethyst of Artemis.” “It’s beautiful,” Burke commented from somewhere beside me. “And you say it’s rare?”

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

“Platinum inlaid oval multicolor gems necklace, made with cutting edge technology by famous masters using top-quality raw materials. It’s the only one in the world!" It was a necklace that had cushion-cut pink tourmaline, tanzanite, aquamarine, mixed-cut orange tourmaline, green tourmaline, morganite, rubellite, princess-cut, and round brilliant-cut diamonds. The raw materials alone had to be collected one by one in distant foreign countries. They were all hand-cut from top-quality rough stones, brilliant and gorgeous. Albert was currently wearing the necklace, and it complemented his outfit that day perfectly. It was like the collision of two ingenious and exquisite works of art!

On top of it sat several small crystals, each one shining under the candlelight. I leaned down, curious, and reached out to touch one. It was pale pink and smooth, like it had been polished over and over. It felt cool against my fingers, almost like it was humming very softly. Next to it was a small card, handwritten in neat, curly letters. Rose Quartz – For love and comfort I blinked and looked at the others. Amethyst – For calm and clarity Obsidian – For protection

she said, extending her arm towards me. I received the bracelet from her and stared at it in fascination. It looked so beautiful. "Here, Black tourmaline to shield you from negative energy around you and provide a haven of safety. Amethyst to reduce anxiety and bring a sense of control and authority. And Quartz to amplify the effects of the other stones. You can wear this every time and I would help you clean it when it is required. These stones can't absorb negative energy, so there is no fear of that," she said, and I looked at the bracelet in a new light.