Gumiho Bead の小説・ストーリー

He stared at the Ancient Goddess Nuwa as he waited for her answer. The Ancient Goddess Nuwa breathed a long sigh. She smiled and said, "The beads I gave you two are called the Chaotic Yin and Yang Beads. The black bead is the yang, and the white bead is the yin. Those Chaotic Yin and Yang Beads are spiritual treasures formed when heaven and earth were created. Before heaven and earth were separated, I got them by chance from the chaotic sky. I have been keeping them since then to this day!" "That pair of beads look like they are two different beads, but they are actually a set. If the black bead is destroyed, then the white bead will also disappear and vice versa!"

“If one of us is in trouble, the others will feel it.” The enchantment wasn’t limited to just sensing danger. She revealed a set of small, glimmering beads. “In a dire situation, these can be used to communicate,” she said, handing one to each of us. “You think of the person you need, place the bead between your teeth, and bite down. But remember—it can only be used once.” The gravity of her words settled over us, and I felt the weight of the bead in my hand, its small size making it heavy because of the power it held.

A strange pulse—like something absorbing the force meant for me. When I had looked later, one bead had been blackened completely.. Only two remained in their original colour, red. I rolled them between my fingers now, watching the faint etchings carved into their surface catch the dying light. They were not mere decoration The woman had tied it to my hand without warning without implication. But I’d figured it out by now. Each bead represented a life spared. What worried me is what would happen when the last of the beads changed completely. The answer felt obvious enough but I didn’t say it. Didn’t acknowledge it.

The woman before me stretched her hand out and said, "Hello, my name is Jasmine Cooper. Do you like my beads?" She used her hand to show me the beads and said, "I also liked them a lot. Why don't I make one for you the next time we meet? "My friend was the one who gave me these beads, so they hold a special meaning for me. Hence, I can't give them to you. I-I hope you'll be able to understand." Understand? What was I supposed to understand? I stared at the string of beads and felt a wave of nausea. I didn't know if was the world or if it was due to my body, but my surroundings began to spin.

It was a choice if you decide to trust somebody with your where about. Because through the bead, you would communicate with them, you would know their whereabouts and trace them there as long as they have the other part of the bead. It was created by their ancestors to communicate with one person if they were far away and didn't want anyone else to Find or communicate with them and the person with the bead, would be the only one they would talk to - someone whom they trusted so much. The bead was for those who built a wall to block everyone from ever finding them or ever being able to talk to them through the mind link, but with the bead, you could break through those walls easily as long as

“With jewelry worth the GDP of a small country.” He smirks. “You’re welcome.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Why waist beads?” “Because they’re traditional in several cultures.” “And?” “And they’re beautiful.” I glare at him. “You’re crazy.” “Probably.” He steps closer again. “Try them.” “No.” “Yes.” “No.” He raises an eyebrow. “You’re refusing protection now?” “That’s manipulation.” “It’s logic.” I stare at the beads again. They are undeniably stunning. Tiny diamonds and sapphires threaded between gold strands that shimmer like captured sunlight.

Did this have something to do with the illusory Book of Life and Death? He went over and reached out for the bead, but had the same result as Quinn and Mia. Mia felt better when she saw this. Even though Chase was more powerful and forced the Nether Goatman to commit suicide, he did not manage to get his hands on the bead either. "That bead is quite pretty. It has a nice, solid shade of black." She sighed while looking at it. Chase was inspecting the bead as well. The bead was black, shiny, and translucent. It looked like crystal, but was not completely solid. It was more appropriate to describe it as a water essence. It was a little water ball that did not require any containers.

“As long as you have it on, nothing will happen to you. It’s your good luck charm. The old lady said that they are special beads.” Special beads? Please. It’s nothing but a clever business trick to lure foreigners into buying from her. I stared at it, the simple thing glowing against the hardness of my skin. “I’d rather you have it. So nothing happens to you.” Her lips curved, gentle and stubborn. “It’s made for you, Cassian. Can’t you see? The bead in the middle…it’s a C. Yours.” For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Then she retrieved a black pouch from her pocket, loosening the drawstrings. Inside, more beads spilled into her palm. “Do you want to make more with me?”

"They're even more beautiful up close." Stevie nods in agreement. "I can't wait to get started.” "You know what? Why don't I try and make one now?" I say, my excitement bubbling over. I rush to my room and retrieve the bead boards, 1-step looper tools, and other jewelry-making tools I bought from A****n. "Oh, wow, you really come prepared," Stevie says, impressed. "Let me go grab some snacks and watch you work." With a focused expression, I pick up the rose quartz beads and carefully thread them onto the delicate chain, creating a pattern that complements their natural beauty. The 1-step looper tool comes in handy as I effortlessly create loops at the ends of each bead, ensuring they stay se

I laughed as we continued walking. When we got to the beads, Honi stopped us, “I have to look at these.” We watched as she had an arm full of bead strands hanging over it and her hands full of boxes of beads. She shrugged, “We all have our guilty pleasures.” Then she found spools of leather strips and she grabbed a bunch of those. When she was done, she explained, “Hisei, you inspired me to get back to my beadwork and my jewelry making. I will have to pull out the beads I have at home and add these to them.” I laughed, “I’m glad we could do that for you.”