Lapis Peridot Novels & Stories

“You’re scaring us with that look.” I tore the seal cleanly and unfolded the letter. The header shimmered faintly under the light, and my eyes caught on the bold words: Assigned Gemstone: Paraiba Tourmaline (Origin: Paraíba, Brazil, Portuguese Mine 1830). I blinked once, twice. “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.” Ryan straightened. “What is it?” “Paraiba,” I said, pushing the paper toward him. “The most temperamental stone on the planet.”

The silver stood out, though not as brightly as the blue gemstone in the center. “What is that?” I asked, nudging my chin at the piece of jewelry. “This,” He lifted the ring for me to inspect, “is our way off this island. The gem is Lapis Lazuli. Beautiful, isn’t it?” “It is, but how will a ring get us off the island?” My father’s lips quirked up in a mischievous grin that had my insides warming. It wasn’t until meeting him, my birth parent, that I realized how little I looked like Lucille.

As I read the writings of Corinthians, her voice came to my mind. Different types of gemstones and the twelve most precious gemstones. It’s not sequential, the colorless ones come first. Corinthians may not have known the color of them; [ Emerald, Chrysolite, Chrysoprasus, Jacinth. I don't have their colors : < Greyson didn't tell me, even Nathalia. I don't want to ask the Prince either, they are too deceitful. The last time I asked Chrysler, he said he don't have time to answer my question, so no color! ]

Beryl could clearly see their unwillingness, so she didn't insist and left with Opal. "Do you know…" 'She's at this again' Lani thought but didn't interrupt her. "…Beryl is also a gemstone like Opal." Lani blinked her eyes trying to absorb what she was actually telling her. “Really!?” “Hmm, Emerald belongs to the Beryl family.” "What!! So that means even their names are rich like them." Remembering the outfit and fabric Beryl was wearing. And, of course, her heels… and her watch, that looked too expensive.

He just smiled and pulled something from behind his back, like a magician pulling a rabbit from a hat. Except this wasn’t a rabbit. It was a velvet jewellery box. He popped it open. Inside was a pendant necklace that made Tiffany’s look like Claire’s Accessories. It wasn’t showy—no diamonds vomiting from every corner—but the design was clean, elegant, and rich in that quiet, terrifying way. The stone in the centre was pale violet, almost glowing, with flashes of icy blue and silver when it caught the light. Grandidierite. Rare as hell. Stupidly expensive.

Aiden POV I called Isaiah back, and he hit me with a bombshell. “Aiden, we have a cave of gems here. You won’t believe what kind either.” “Cool it with the suspense and just tell me. Is it diamonds?” “No. Purple Atlantonite.” I sat up quickly, “Are you fucking with me right now, man?” “Hell no. Check the incoming picture,” he said, and my phone buzzed. I opened the picture, and sure enough, it’s Purple Atlantonite.

she choked out. Illyra heard the box snap open. She felt the warmth of his body as he moved to stand behind her. She felt a heavy weight against the bare skin beneath her collarbone. It was surprisingly heavy. Frowning, she opened her eyes. A simple gold chain hung around her neck, with an enormous green pendant wrapped in gold wire. Shocked, she touched the olive-green jewel, the size of a robin’s egg. “What’s this?” “It’s a peridot,” he said quietly. “Carved from a meteorite that fell to Siberia in 1749. It once belonged to my great-grandmother.”

Bella was eyeing one of them. Thankfully, she had a big mouth and had mentioned the lineup of jewelry she wanted to own to Emily. Her taste was okay. She deserved to be Derek Thompson's daughter. However, she was messing with the wrong woman and would find out the consequences. A woman came out from behind the stage and placed the first piece of jewelry in front of the auctioneer. A set of jewelry made of peridot. The stone material was just one small thing that made it special. It was believed to have once belonged to Cleopatra.

“A sweater chain necklace with personalized pendant—it’s not a perfume bottle.” “No. It has no scent, and it’s empty?” She wasn’t sure about her answer anymore. This conversation affected, and again, it was because of me. “It looks like a Lapis lazuli.” “A Lapis what?” Gael asked. “A deep blue rock. A long time ago, this rock is expensive than gold. A Tsarevich egg is made of this stone for Empress Alexandra.” “And who the fuck is Empress Alexandra?” Frost asked, mocking Darick.

I was definitely dreaming, I decide. I gaze down at it, seeing a passage of small font, and a slightly faded picture...Of Casper. He sits on a throne, almost lounging on it. Somehow, he looks younger, more youthful and carefree. A golden crown is placed upon his head, bejeweled with glittering diamonds, rubies and jade. A cloak of red velvet draped across his shoulders. He looks like pure royalty. "That is Jasper two days before he was meant to be named as Alpha. A day before he disappeared," June tells me.