How To Draw Chaos Emeralds Novels & Stories

I need to make a plan. What do I do now Emerald? I reach out to her. She whimpers. She’s been pretty sulky ever since I rejected Wesley. She replies by flashing me the image of those kind brown eyes again. Those aren’t Wesley’s eyes? I guess I’ll find out in about a week when Emerald can help me see. Ash’s POV

Both these emeralds have a different hardness, which will also affect the carving process, so we'll decide how to proceed after you've taken a look at them. Yvonne said dramatically, "As expected of our sponsor, Mr. Hover. I dare not even think about how much large emerald ores of this grade must have cost. In that case, I can finish drawing the design first, and I'll decide which emerald to use for the sculpture once I've seen the ores." As she finished speaking, she heard Samuel's heartbeat by her ear. His heart seemed to be beating rather quickly. She subconsciously looked down, and only then did she realize that they were too close to each other.

While the others were laughing at Estelle, Tim gradually sat up and fixed his eyes on the design drawing with a serious look. Estelle only had a black pencil, so logically speaking, she couldn’t colour the jewellery. However, she managed to make her two-dimensional drawing look like a three-dimensional image with her only pencil. She coloured the pendant of the necklace black and then used the eraser to erase the redundant marks. In an instant, the drawing showed fine effects of light and shade. And from afar, the pendant looked like an obsidian, vivid and lifelike. After finishing drawing the necklace with the most complicated details, she drew the earrings and the brooches.

A nervous chuckle rippled through the room. “Same with this,” I continued, moving to the next table. “Celeste’s ivy-leaf brooch. Don’t even think about using ivy again. Make it eucalyptus. Sleeker lines. And for the sapphire drop earrings—keep the stem, but twist the gem. Use a teardrop shape instead of round.” I dropped the sketches one by one onto the floor. “Do I need to repeat myself again?” “No, Miss Abrams,” the room chorused softly.

The rest of her body glimmers with tiny and finely cut white diamonds and emeralds. She rides a sapphire embellished wolf that howls at the sky. Its eyes are standing out with an ocean-pigment jewel I cannot name. It’s amber. ‘I want to steal it…’ Ella is furious. I want to throw it down Seoraksan. I will pluck every tiny diamond and splash it in the river. The desire to touch floods down and I find myself stretching my hand to trace its shape. I cannot see the art in the back. It’s greyish, dark, red, and white that undermines whatever.

She titters at me. “Lift foot up, put foot down - heel first. Slowly now. Show me your exact movements. Lift foot up, put heel down first. Good. Now lower your toes to the ground. Excellent. Now, steady? Good. Now the other foot.” This goes on for what seems like an age; I must walk for miles round the room. Thankfully, after literal hours, lunch is called. Malachite, Garnet and Ruby put down their crafts; Emerald returns from wherever she’s been.

Zemra shook his head and countered, “Not necessarily. Cultivating the Three Treasures is just the beginning. The real challenge lies in regulating all three. If we could’ve done so, we wouldn’t have to return to our natural states.” Chuba was at a loss for words. Just then, the snow-white lotus suddenly emitted a purple-white light, completely engulfing the Chaos Storm. Zemra observed intently and stated, “He’s about to cultivate the Second Treasure, the Gold Blossom.” Chuba, equally stunned, gazed downward. The white lotus changed into a purple-gold color and its petals unfolded rapidly. James’ body erupted with purple and white lights. Once again, he summoned 49 purple and white lotuses.

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.

Eric changed, “Come forth my Golden Dragon.” Out of the sky came a humongous golden dragon, shining brightly in the sky. His whole body was covered in gold. His claws was enormous, and his teeth was sharp and glistering. “Wow,” exclaimed Ruby. “Yeah. I know right. This thing took me a few years to master.” “Oh. Same with my phoenix.” “Now, let’s take down this Chaos, shall we?” Ruby nodded. Chaos summoned out a wrath of black clouds and started to shoot it at them.

The design stole my breath – a ring of diamonds encircled a stunning emerald, its vibrant green hue radiating an otherworldly allure. I gasped, my eyes widening in astonishment. This wasn't just any necklace; it was my own design, one I'd sketched countless times in my journals, never thinking it would become a reality. The emerald's beauty mesmerized me – its cut, its clarity, its mesmerizing depth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I realized the significance of Dylan's gift. “How did you…?” I trailed off, my voice barely audible. Dylan's smile spread, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I have my ways,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the contours of my face.