Garnet Fanart Novels & Stories

Cas said after a moment. He held out his hand and opened his palm to reveal a Pink Malaya Garnet set within a rose gold stone setting, there was something about the gemstone that felt familiar as if I have seen it before. The intricate cut of the gem reflected the light from the moon with perfection as the roseate hues reflected my fuchsia eyes, the warmth that radiated from the perfect cut felt as if it were a part of my soul. It was a jewel that I was meant to treasure with my very life. It has come back to me, I thought as I reached out for the familiar object.

I leaned in a bit more, letting my hand brush lightly against her arm as I handed her a fresh glass of champagne from the tray I had swiped from a passing waiter. God, her skin felt warm and soft, and I could smell her perfume, something expensive and floral that made my mind wander to dirtier places. “Not officially,” I admitted with a grin, keeping my eyes locked on hers. “But I’ve admired your collection from afar. Kelvin, by the way. I’m in the art acquisition business. Your gallery upstairs is legendary. Mind if I steal you away for a private tour? These crowds are suffocating, and I’d love to hear your thoughts on that new Monet you just acquired.”

The look in his eyes was focused and reverent, as though he was restoring a priceless work of art. "Madie, this pigment contains herbs from my research team to help your skin heal. Well? Do you like it?" Across my back, a phoenix traced in shimmering gold pigment spread its wings, looking utterly alive and magnificent. I silently admired that piece of art. Unlike the designs across my skin meant for the anthropodermic fan, this was something I'd chosen on my own. Elliott gently clasped a necklace around my neck. It was made of the finest pink diamonds.

they replied and handed me a box wrapped in silver paper. “Thank you Simone, that is very kind of you,” I replied, taking the package from them. I carefully removed the wrapping paper and lifted the lid to the box. I gasped because the gift was simple, yet beautiful. It was a delicate silver wire circlet with eight small garnets on it and one larger pear shaped garnet in the center that would rest on the forehead.

I needed to finish this ceremony, then I could take her to our room and ravish her the way she deserves. Turning my attention to Garret, I extend my hand for him to join me on the platform. He stood beside his father, smiling happily as I took the Gamma pendent off Bennett and placed it on Garret. The uniquely crafted pendant was made of a rare moonstone that glowed with an inner radiance. Garret clasped it in his hands, squeezing it tight as a signifying his commitment to me and the pack. He and I then clasped hands as our hands began to glow with a silver, luminous light. I felt the bond shift, cutting ties with Bennett and starting new ones with Garret.

Nate pulled out a fifty-dollar bill and waved to Nicko. “Hey crap, you want this money, right? Of course I will give it to you. I think is enough to replace the garnet necklace that you gave yesterday to your wife who is my lover,” Nate sneered, making his two friends laugh. “So he gave his wife a garnet-eyed necklace?” the curly-haired man, Christian asks. “How embarrassing,” Arnold added. “For people like us it’s a shame, but for a ruffian like him, garnet is amazing,” Nate added, followed by the laughter of his two friends, confirming his opinion.

His amber eyes are flickering between amber and gold as he stares at me with lust. I gaze from him to Sam, and as our eyes lock, I notice that his eyes are no longer the red-speckled obsidian but are now fully garnet red. A pulse wave of fear mixed with curiosity presses against my sternum, as I watch him break eye contact, lean his head back and fangs protrude from his gorgeous mouth.

I wanted everything to be perfect for her return. Tonight, I opened her jewelry box, and with a delicate cloth, I began to wipe the treasures that had been stored away for so long. The garnet ring, the golden topaz pendant, the emerald bracelet, deep green like a forest lake, and countless other dazzling diamonds, pearls, and agates. Each one was a work of art, and I loved how they adorned the Princess, making her beauty even more radiant, enhancing her regal aura.

Her eyes- sharp and glinting like polished obsidian, locked onto mine, and the temperature in the room plummeted. She raised a slender hand with deliberate, almost hypnotic precision, revealing an ornate fan. Its frame was crafted from blackened steel, delicate etchings of intricate runes glimmering faintly with an ethereal light. The fabric of the fan shimmered like woven moonlight, sharp edges glinting menacingly. This was no ordinary fan- it was a weapon, elegant yet deadly, exuding an aura of cold lethality.

And before Grace could ask, she smirked, basking in the attention. "Oh, you have an eye for beauty," she touched the brooch delicately, her voice tinged with delight, "This? It’s from Élan G." Gasps rippled through the group. "Wait—Élan G? The Élan G?" "You actually got a piece from them? I heard they only make eighty pieces a year, most of which are snapped up by royalty and collectors." The glittering garnets in a rare shade—one that made the others instinctively start estimating its worth. Seven figures, at least. And it was one of a kind.