Garnet Gem Knight Novels & Stories

The blade was silver as well as the handle but it was decorated with amethyst gems at the very joint of the handle and blade, it was also intricately designed that anyone who saw it would definitely find it beautiful. On the other hand, the knights' sweatdropped at the present and were trying to shake their heads vigorously at the attendant in front of the prince. 'Say no, say no! The princess is not less than a year old!' They chanted in their head. 'What baby will be happy upon receiving such a dangerous thing?!' The store attendant's eyes were looking at the knights and the prince back and forth, undecided whether to lie at a prince to follow the knights or to ignore the knights…

My father became even more distant, all expression leaving his face and his pale blue eyes turning cold when he looked at me. The third person that was standing apart from everyone else was in a Knights uniform. A uniform that was a soft blue color with dark green trimmings and a rose-gold insignia pinned to his chest. The insignia was an intricate circle design with a rare flower in front of a sword at its center: the Du Pleasant family crest. “Oh, where are my manners?” Rosanna jumped forward and waved at the Knight, bringing him closer as she spoke. “Amara, you know Sir Kaliden right? Well he’s the Knight I picked to Guard me during the Queeness competition.”

Arth saw the knight's ruby badge placed at the center of his silver chest armor. ‘Woah... It's my first time to see a Grand Knight. His ruby badge is so cool!’ Arth thought excitedly. The knights stopped in front of the competitors and the grand knight stepped forward. Arth could not see the face because of the helm the knight was wearing. The grand knight’s armor was quite different from the others with him. There were golden lines at the edges of his silver armor, including his helm. His posture manifested his full-blooded body as he looked at the warriors in a calm manner.

Ethan had nervously picked out a simple black and white suit, terrified he was too underdressed, but both Emrys and Laker assured the boy he was fine. Emrys was decked out in his official fighting leathers, metals of all kinds covering the left side of his chest, his beautiful sun pendant laying above his heart, and today his usual silver ring had made its appearance; ever since we mated, he never seemed to wear too much. I knew weapons were hidden strategically among him, just like Anton, Laker, and Aconite.

~Amber~ ”Who?” My voice came out hard and confident. My anger was stirring up inside. ”You’re uncle. Carlos Knight. He was the one that turned your mate.” A shot of pain. The stab of a knife. My insides were burning and Stella was scratching the surface. Both of us on the hinge of insanity. ”He turned my mate? He hated them so much that he turned an innocent girl and forced war upon our kind for decades?” I was standing. My hands were balled up into fists and my voice came out in a threatening growl.

The famous designer who made my gown made sure that the dress was fit for fairy tale and princess romances, too. My hair was curled and clipped in a half pony and fastened with two diamond hair combs that belonged to Ryder’s mother. My hair cascaded around my face and there were very small white flowers clipped all over it. The combs were my something borrowed and something old. I wore a very elegant and expensive diamond necklace that Ryder gave me as an early wedding gift, which was my something new. Under the dress, on my right thigh, I was wearing a lace garter adorned with sapphires, which was my something blue.

Both had raven black hair, almost appearing as if they were brothers. “Just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone about anything.” I pleaded. “Sorry, but we can’t let you leave. You are the Keeper of the Dragon Stone and Cyran is your mate and guardian. “Excuse me?” I blanched at them, unable to believe what I was hearing.

“But even if we take down my uncle and Massimo, what are we going to do about Fernando?” “About that,” Knight says, beginning to dig in his pocket. “Your grandfather gave me something while you were in the bathroom.” Frowning, I watch as Knight presents me with something bundled in cloth. “What is it?” I ask, eyeing it curiously. “Why don’t you open it and see?" Nodding, I take the cloth from Knight and begin to unravel it until a small amulet can be seen with a glowing opalesque stone in it. It’s just small enough to not be that noticeable if worn, but heavy enough to have some substance.

A palpable current of energy churned the chilly air. A snap, like a fierce worry, rolled off the dragon. Whatever the gem was, it didn't fill Abernathy with joy, that was for sure. "Between your fingers - that gem - it is the beginning and the end. I cannot tell you more. I will say this, though. Keep it with you at all times, understand?" He stood, and I had to tilt my head to see his face. "I don't. Why can't you be more specific? Tell me what it is." I stuck the gem back in my pocket, afraid that having it out in the open was somehow wrong. Dangerous, even. Abernathy was infuriating. "The beginning and the end tells me nothing."

Dagen then softened, “Well, you should have done that earlier. I’m perfectly capable of patrolling while you’re getting your ass busy up north.” “Be careful with this. The golden knights in the city will only listen to its command,” Thorn half smiled, “except mine.” Dagen looked at it, satisfied, a golden badge exquisitely carved with a dragon claw and inlaid with a red fire gem. After bowing to Eros, Thorn left the council chamber to the dock without turning back.