Knuckles With Chaos Emeralds Novels & Stories

“Huh-uh. Close your eyes and give me your left hand.” Cool metal circled her fourth finger. “Okay. Now you can look.” Even in dim bathroom lighting the ring sparkled. The round emerald was nestled in the middle of silver vines, connected to clusters of small pink stones surrounded by rectangular diamonds that fanned out to create flowers. She gasped and blinked at him. “Oh my God, Kane. This is exquisite.”

I speak the 30% I own in perfect Vinča—words that mean protect, endure, return. The ingredients rise, swirl, and fuse. Four objects settle onto the table, glowing softly: 1. A new locket for Remy—ruby bloodstone, but now laced with silver veins. 2. A bracer of living flame for Seras that won’t burn her clothes anymore. 3. A thin silver ring for me that hums when reflections get too close. 4. A delicate golden choker for Kayo that anchors her ninth tail so the Forty-Eighth can never leash her again.

While everyone looked on, dumbstruck, Sebastian opened his palm once more. The crowd gasped. There were two clouds of energy on the emerald pendant, chasing each other like a pair of fish. One was black, while the other was red. The emerald pendant had been square-shaped originally, but it had now become a round emerald buckle. In the middle of it, a pale yellow energy was rising slowly. Everyone cried out in shock. It was clearly a rare treasure! Cliff's eyes widened in shock at the sight. He stared at the emerald buckle in the palm of Sebastian's hand, not even daring to breathe.

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.

His eyes were tiny specks of electrified blue just like the rest of his body and was making sure that his cousin clearly got the message. But Elektris had barely been caught off guard by this attack. She had just received another blow that had her flailing several feet away from Hermes. She glanced at her right arm which had the emerald glowing hourglass shape of the Okulus strapped to her wrist which had previously merged with Reign but after blasting away the Viper, the Herald seemed to have split away from the ring and back onto her left arm while Reign rested around her middle finger as a jagged metallic ring.

I look up at them for a moment confused but Emerald stands taking the bracelet. “Each stone represents our personal aura, black for Denu, pink for Bellatrix, green for me and of course purple for you” She explains, pointing to each stone. I look up at each of these females, they have guided, protected and overall loved me my whole life. “Don’t cry your makeup” Denu cuts in, clearly her hormones gone from earlier. We all laugh at her, she rolls her milky white eyes at us while flipping us off.

Along the interior rim, a molten vein of alchemical glass - a deep ember-red - runs like a breathing heartbeat. Five asymmetrically placed black obsidian shards jut skyward, each carved into a razor’s edge, catching the light like falling stars. Threaded between the obsidian, pale moonstones glow with inner fire. Tiny silver filaments trace lunar phases around each gem. Across the front arch, grandfather inscribed a spiral of war-runes in obsidian ink. Flanking each temple are low-relief engravings of a phoenix’s upraised wing, rendered in platinum flash, mirroring Emberlance’s imagery. The crown’s underside is padded with midnight-blue silk from the Veiled Looms of Varistith. Finally, a hid

I can always take his body as my own. Emera’s Mate and I square off as the real fight begins. My hand shifts into a fighting claw, fingers outspread. I leap forward, plunging them into his chest above the heart. With a deep grin, I start my unholy chanting. My life force will overpower his insubstantial being, and she will be the vessel to carry on my bloodline.

His jacket is a deep purple, almost as dark as the sky at dusk, and atop his head is a shining crown of a bright white metal worked to look like twisted vines, in place of flowers and leaves are rubies and emeralds. Holding his hand out to me, I take it timidly. “Are you ready to meet my family?”

No living thing will stand and live. I watch the witch as darkness swirls in the left arm before a shining orb materializes in her hand. She walks and whispers, nearing the dark orb in the palm of my father. I watch the droplets materialize and move from his palm and into the orb. The moon turned red again. She goes silent and looks up her eyes turning into different shades, and instantly stops.