Gold Flecked Onyx Novels & Stories

Victoria lied smoothly, "Search her! The necklace will speak for itself because everyone knows, there can't be any knockoff of Nightingale!" "Why?" The older officer blinked, asking his partner. "Not sure," The younger officer shrugged, "something about the metal they use, I remember vaguely..." "That's right! Nyx only uses PURE metal for her design, and you can take it to test anywhere, not even the laboratory can find a shred of impurity." Victoria bragged with a cocky smirk, "Mine used pure gold!" "Vulgar," Mathilda mumbled with despise. "What did you say?!" Victoria squawked angrily.

And then leaned her forehead against mine. “Elijah. I can’t believe you did this.” She whispered. I held out the ring .. slipping it on her finger even though she didn’t say yes. I was right. It was perfect. The diamond .. the man who made the ring had told me .. is called ‘fancy’. It’s a very light blue color. But exactly what I wanted. It was a large, half moon shape. Next to it .. a shield shaped opal. And around the two stones were small diamonds placed to mimic a snowflake. The band was white gold.

Humans, like tiny moving toys, wandered from place to place in their endless cycle of coexistence. I wasn't watching them fleet past today. I was focused on the reflection of the Eroz, on the glass. The onyx gem lay intertwined with the design, like a beautiful, lifeless, black stone. It didn't glow, not even a twinkle even though I let the sun kiss it. How did she see it glimmering then? No one has ever seen this stone glow. Not even fate who's kept it for years. My lips parted and a breath slipped past.

The sun streamed through the tall windows of Cartier’s flagship store, casting prisms of light onto the polished marble floors. Ava Affleck stood in the center of the exclusive private shopping suite, her fingers grazing the edge of a diamond necklace that lay nestled against her skin. The necklace sparkled brilliantly, the stones cut with such precision that they seemed to hum with their own radiance.

"Your Majesty, a young man is outside the palace gates, shouting for an audience. He claims to have a great treasure for you." George's voice was cold. "Does he think I have time to waste?" The guard hesitated before adding, "But, Your Majesty, the treasure he speaks of is onyxite." Jocelyn's expression changed dramatically. Onyxite? Of all times, why did it have to appear right now, just as she had declared it impossible to find?

But loosen. From deep within the earth, something stirred. The knot cracked and its stone beneath it cracked. Golden light rose up into the gap from it, and a voice, or a cry, not speaking, but full of sorrow arose with it. It filled the chamber. It filled their bones. It made them all fall still. The Onyx Wolf let out a soft whine even. The voice quieted then and the knot started to gradually loosen. The wooden strands pulled back piece by piece. The crystal cracked. It was soft, not blinding or harsh, like sunrise and light poured out. Inside the knot was a shape. A form.

My movements were slow, like extracting a needle from an infant's grip. "This." I raised it into the light so everyone could see the cut lines along the edge of the moonstone. "Purchased off the black market last autumn. The cut angle is off. Two fractures from a botched job. Defective goods." Then I reached into the hidden pocket. The moment the red moonstone necklace slid out, the light seemed to drain into it. Pigeon-blood red. The size of a fist. The edges were set with black obsidian shards that, under the laundry room's sickly yellow bulbs, cast a thick, bloody glow across the room. That crimson light fell onto my purple, frostbitten fingers, and for a moment, it looked like my hand ha

Still nothing. Onyx growled. “It’s odorless.” A frown crept up on my face. “You sure?” “Positive,” he said with certainty. That wasn’t helping. Onyx could identify hundreds of scents. Poisons. Plants. Blood. Illness. Most things left traces. Whatever had been mixed into these drinks apparently didn’t. “There’s no smell,” Onyx muttered. “Wonderful.” My sarcasm wasn’t appreciated. I set the glass back onto the table and looked toward Kael. “Have the contents examined.”

Its hue shifted with the play of light, from the deep azure of a tranquil sea to the ethereal shimmer of a twilight sky, evoking a sense of wonder and enchantment. Venya marveled at the locket's exquisite craftsmanship, her fingers tracing the smooth contours of the golden frame that cradled the mesmerizing gem. The diamond's unique color and rarity added an aura of mystique to the already precious heirloom, making it a symbol of not just beauty but also rarity and uniqueness.

"Alexander, you didn't need to—" "Please," I interrupted gently. "Open it." She lifted the lid carefully. Inside, nestled on midnight-blue velvet, lay an exquisite set of matching jewelry—a necklace, earrings, and bracelet crafted from the rarest moonstones I'd been able to acquire. The stones seemed to capture the light and transform it, creating an ethereal glow that rippled across their surfaces like water.