Knuckles With Chaos Emeralds Novels & Stories

Hunter cursed, slamming his hands against the unyielding door in frustration. His eyes darted to the chains. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed the cold steel links wrapped around the handle and stood frozen for a moment, gathering himself. He closed his eyes and focused. When he opened them again, they weren’t the same—his irises glowed a fierce gold, streaked with emerald green. A sudden surge of raw energy surged through him. Hunter gripped the chains with both hands, every muscle in his body straining as he pulled with everything he had. These weren’t ordinary chains—they were built to stop people like him, so breaking them wasn’t going to be easy.

The room felt suffocating, the air thick with unspoken tension. Lysandra’s gaze remained fixed on Kaelen as he stood across from her, his posture rigid, a storm brewing behind his sharp golden eyes. She clutched the photographs in her hands, her knuckles white, her heartbeat thrumming in her chest. Each picture was a reminder of the horrors that had begun haunting her. The figures—those unnatural beings—appeared only in the frame, but their presence lingered in her mind, haunting her thoughts.

Merlin comes back over with three round gems, “Now, I wouldn’t make you carve the setting, I could magic that for you, but maybe one of these, here?” She hums thoughtfully and looks at the gems he’s chosen. They were all smooth circular cabochons; there was a fire agate, a fire opal, and a dragon’s breath opal, which she knows is just fancy glass. But the hints of blue spoke to her, she picks it up and places it where he had suggested, she tilts her head and pulls out Kai’s gift too.

Sort of like an AI. :Hmm, I have a bad feeling about this. But having such a weapon would be helpful: “Nothing to lose I guess.” Matthew reached for the gauntlet and touched the blue crystal on top. The crystal lit up and disappeared in a show of yellow light orbs before reappearing on Matthew’s left forearm. A voice came from it. “Initiating soul connection. Pairing successful. Absorbing mana for full activation. Error. Right hand not detected. Activation cancelled. Notice, creator override initiated.”

Sparks exploded everywhere as bullets ripped through synthetic skin revealing metal underneath. Meanwhile Rico finally stood up slowly adjusting his suit calmly while chaos burned around him. “You Fisher Hales always ruin dinner,” he sighed dramatically. I turned toward him instantly. And that was exactly the distraction the robot needed. The machine lunged toward me unnaturally fast. Jacob reacted before anyone else. He grabbed me violently around the waist and twisted us sideways just as the robot slammed straight through the spot where I had been standing seconds earlier. The force cracked marble. MARBLE. “What the hell!” Jacob shouted.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! The knife in my hand was a purple stained leather with green emeralds embedded into it. The shaft was thicker that balanced perfectly with the blade. The blade itself was black with a silver gleam to it when you moved it into the light. I had no idea what I should do, but I knew we needed to stop the bleeding and the only way I know how to stop bleeding is to cauterize it. “Dom, I need one of your knives and a lighter.”

He reaches down, grabbing my wrist with gentle force, and presses something heavy and icy cold directly into my palm. I freeze, looking down at my hand. Resting in my palm is an ancient ring crafted from tarnished white platinum, holding a massive, uncut emerald in its center. The dark green stone glimmers faintly in the dim candlelight, carrying the faint, lingering scent of an ancient Alpha lineage. "What is this?" I ask softly, my throat tightening.

Goosebumps followed my finger. My mark was of a crown with a sword sticking through it. There was Emeralds lined on the hilt of the sword. The crown was a traditional looking crown but this one had Emeralds and Rubies alternating around the middle of it. I stared at it for a minute. Zach said our marks are unique to each person, right? So, my mark should be of my family’s. I feel like this is more evidence I am the descendant of that family but how is this possible! That mark is like of a king. I crammed my neck to see Wyatt’s mark on my neck but I couldn’t see it.