Green Gem Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Placing it on the bed, she nodded toward it. "This is all of it, my mother's gems and jewelry." The hulking gladiator quickly and unceremoniously dumped out the bag's contents on the bed. Emeralds, amethysts, rubies, citrines, and even a few small diamonds glittered in the late afternoon light. There were other varieties of gems also, too many to quickly name, in the priceless hoard that lay before them. The gladiator picked up a silver-chained necklace and stared at the gem dangling below. The precious stone bore an orange tint kissed with sun's gold, like a burnished bronze only more vibrant somehow. It reminded the gladiator of the color of a fine, freshly brewed ale.

I've never seen gems this size outside of museums and movies, great teardrops, the facets glinting. I hold up the necklace, a pendant really, looking through light splintered into a hundred shades of green: leaf and grass, forest and mint. Green as the spring. Green as a tropical sea. Green as a glacial lake. The size of the end of my thumb, framed by white gems, set in white metal, the stone dangles on a white metal chain. The earrings, scaled smaller, match the design. "Master, is that silver?" His voice is dry. "You think I would give you silver? As a wedding gift?"

VERENA He rushes towards the stairs. I look at Maria before I follow behind him. We reach the safe where the Goddess Gem is kept. Dad types in the security code, and the safe door opens, revealing the red gem inside a glass case. I frown and look at Dad. “I don’t understand. Why did you come here?” Dad places the glass case carefully on the table and takes out the gem. The gem glows red as he holds it in his hand. “Look…” he points at the base of the gem. I lean closer and squint my eyes.

The necklace seemed so unreal that it captured Diane in awe, and for a long minute, she just stared at it. The centrepiece of the necklace was a large emerald. Its deep, velvety-green colour had a kind of subtle colour variation that shifted from dark forest tones to softer green ones whenever the case lights moved across it. The stone was then surrounded by a delicate arrangement of diamonds, flowing elegantly around it, making it the type of jewellery that you couldn't get your eyes off whenever you saw it.

"Like an emerald color?" The saleswoman's eyebrows rose slightly. "Emerald? That's quite a bold choice." "I know. But maybe I could just try one on? Just to see?" She disappeared into the back and returned with a gown that made my breath catch. It was a deep emerald green, the color of my mother's necklace, the color of the teardrop pendant I'd given away sixteen years ago. The dress had a high neckline and long sleeves—modest enough to satisfy Damien's preferences—but it fit like it had been made for me, hugging my curves in ways my usual clothes never did.

They all then laughed at her words. "Haylee, what did you get for me?" Niel asked out of a sudden, expecting a Christmas present from his favourite girl too. "Nothing. You're the rich one. Why should I buy you gifts? I'm using your money anyway," Haylee said languidly, staring at the ring on her finger. The emerald stone was cut beautifully in an oval shape and when the gemstone met some light, it sparkled beautifully like a diamond, although the colour was green.

A hostage who did what she was told didn't give the hostage-taker much warning that she was planning to escape, right? "Why did you become a gemologist?" His green eyes were a pretty shade in the dark, like emeralds covered by shadows. "Iwell" She'd never really thought about it before. She'd started out in geology, then "I've always been drawn to jewels and gemstones. I guess I'm just fascinated by the array of colors and knowing that they are found that way in nature. It's amazing."

Greta asked her strides were slower. “Uhm-” I turned to Percy, there was no way I could come up with a make up ring without his help. “It was small, square shaped-” Greta nodded skimming her way through the numerous casing. “What color was it?” “Wh-” “black.” I was taken aback by the color he picked. Black? “It was a black diamond,” He answered. Greta was also stunned by his answer and had a small smile on her lips.

She led us down the street and once we reached the jewel shop, she held the door open for us. When we walked in, the owner, a tall man with large glasses greeted us warmly and then ushered Helene over to a glass display. They exchanged a few words and then he stepped away and returned with a small velvet box. When he opened it, I was surprised to see a gold ring with a large gemstone on it. It was a beautiful, deep green jewel that gleamed under the light. “It’s from the South,” the owner explained in a deep, heavily accented voice. “Quite precious. Would you like to try it on?”

"It was a symbol of my wealth. It was a statement of my power. It was a golden chain meant to bind you to my throne. I hated that ring. And I know you hated it more." He snapped the velvet box open. Resting inside the black silk was a simple, delicate platinum band. It didn't have a giant, aggressive diamond. Instead, it held a single, small, uncut green emerald, rough, radiant, and the exact color of Amora's eyes. It was elegant, humble, and completely devoid of royal arrogance.