Novel & Cerita Garnet Gem Knight

Knights were gathered in clusters—some sharpening blades, some stirring pots over low fires. “Lady Abby!” One of the younger knights waved me over, holding out a small crate. “Mana stones and monster materials,” he said proudly. “Already sorted.” I accepted the crate with a nod. Inside, I could see the dull gleam of stones—half of them still warm from battle. Fangs. Claws. Even a few blackened feathers from one of the rift beasts. “Good work,” I said, voice steady. Alaric stepped up beside me again, glancing down into the crate.

"I'm afraid it's not for sale. It's an antique piece I've had for years." My face fell, as I had envisioned it as the perfect gift for Cedender to show my appreciation for allowing me to visit the town. But then I tried again, "But, good sir, I desire to give it to my lover..." The storekeeper's expression softened, and he smiled. "Ah, young love is beautiful! This would be a perfect gift. The knot symbolizes an unbreakable bond, while the garnet represents loyalty and devotion." I grinned, my heart skipping a beat. "Then, good sir, let me buy it.”

Everly’s POV The Goddess was right. I needed Avril to be here. She and I were connected in some way. We were both given a curse just so the Pantheon could give us some of their power. I had thought I was the only one. But my wolf’s sister was here in the flesh. My wolf was spinning around. “We are gemstone wolves.” I explain to Avril. “The Goddess choses to give us gifts, but every gift must come with a price. For you, you can see visions, but you’re blind.”

The air cooled slightly with his arrival, as though the room recognized him before the people inside did. He was tall, draped in a black velvet coat that moved like smoke behind him. His hair was raven-dark, the color of twilight ink. Pale skin—unnaturally pale—like snow that had never known sunlight. And his eyes… Garnet. Not red. Not wine. Garnet—deep, faceted, and full of something that gleamed like danger barely hidden behind civility. Lucien Drake. Kael straightened immediately. “Lucien.” Lucien’s lips curved in a smile so soft it nearly passed for warmth. But his eyes didn’t join in.

The lines are simple and allow the gold to shine. “Garnets?” I ask, unsure of the stone. They are deeply red, like the seeds of the pomegranate. “Yes! It’s good to know your gemstones! I always know them because they look like pomegranate seeds, and they shine more brilliantly at night.”

Gabriel let her touch the stone one by one after he explained in detail the uses of each, and she watched them glowed in return. “This is the Kambaba Jasper that helps boost your strength over a period of time. So, don’t rush it, okay?” He continued. “This will help you be resilient in your hunting habit and will bring you closer to nature. The emerald is a stone of success and love. When you walked out of the border a while ago, this was with the assistance of the cat’s eye, which is known to be a stone of invisibility. The Pink Kunzite is a love stone that you should use to connect with your wolf’s sharpness and cooperation."

On the next ten items Soheila didn't pay any attention, but suddenly Klark Oz removed the red clothing of the 12th item. A bright red circle stone with a beautiful design engraved on it catch the attention of the ladies below. “Everyone, this is the Garnet Stone that if you absorbed it, you'll level up! To anyone here who's stuck at the peak level, this would be a good item for you guys! The starting bid is 2,000 gold coins.” Now, not only ladies also everyone below started to bid for this precious item. “3,000!” “3,200!” “4,000!”

Till they finally got to the open field where Belladonna had thought the dragon would be but it wasn't. At that moment, the King pressed on a small red gem, carved into a ring that was around his left middle finger. Only the gem of the ring could be seen, the rest of his ring was buried into his leather black hand glove. It was glowing like one of the gems in the so called forbidden room.

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.