Peach Blossom Turning Stone Novels & Stories

I said and turned back to look at him in admiration, “that’s impressive.” “Thank you alpha” he said with a wide smile and obviously now at rest, he added cheerily, like we were friends, “….and that over there, is a moon stone fairy…” he pointed at the blue lilies at the far side of the garden, “….it’s known for their ageless potency, forever youthfulness—”

"Naomi, since you're finally willing to participate in the competition, you can choose any of the precious raw stones of the company!" With happiness written all over her face, Lucy waved her domineering hand and took out all kinds of the most precious raw stones. "This is a pink diamond from Kana in South Africa, and this is a glass species from Myanmar Mountain. Which one do you want?" Looking at the precious and beautiful raw stones, Naomi shook her head and pointed to the corner. A solitary showcase. "Aunt Lucy, can I use a Rosebach blue diamond?" "This..." Lucy's face instantly fell.

Or just native to the Lycan realm? I decided not to dwell on that for long, instead, I took a few steps forward and crouched beside a cluster of pale-blue blossoms that glimmered faintly. “Okay, Pearl,” I said, touching one gently. “This one is called Moonlace Hydrangea.” Pearl leaned closer, eyes wide. “It’s shiny.”

Kali curled into the corner of the couch, still silent, still staring at nothing. Lilith disappeared into the back room without a word. When she returned, she carried a small velvet pouch. She tipped the flame sapphire into her palm. The stone was the size of a large egg, deep indigo at its core, threaded with veins of silver that caught the firelight and threw it back in soft prisms. It looked ordinary. Until it wasn’t. She crossed the room and held it out to Kora. Kora took it with steady hands. Everyone went still.

Jamien queried, clearly perplexed by my remark. Ignoring the question, I quickly excused myself and made my way to the bedroom, grab all the Citrine stones. Curiosity gnawed at me as I reached for these crystal stones, Armed with these stones, I returned to the others, a triumphant smile playing on my lips. "It seems we were blessed with the enchanting presence of a Flower Moon tonight." Jamien's eyes widened, curiosity replacing confusion. "So, it's a special moon tied to the blossoming of flowers?"

I tell her. I can feel her mind reaching out and trying to find each of the flowers first. She must have caught on with Elle yesterday because flowers are the easiest to fool into turning a different color. They do it with hardly any push and have no problems turning back either. As soon as she locates the flowers that have already been changed they change right back. She almost walks through the archway but stops at the last second. I raise a brow as she bends down and touches a stone. As soon as she touches it, it turns back into a shell. The fact that there was a shell here is a little surprising. The fact that she thought to touch a rock and turn it back into a shell is even more surpris

“Okay. You can look. But if you don’t like it, won’t hurt my feelings if you wanna return it.” Ava glanced down as her fingers lifted the charm. A miniature rose. The twisty stem and tiny leaves were antique silver. The bloom, the size of an eraser, was milky white shot through with pink undertones. Delicate, old-fashioned and absolutely perfect. “I couldn’t find one like your grandpa gave you, and this was the closest I could come. The rose is carved out of rose quartz, which is all over Wyoming.”

When the girl nodded, she smiled and continued, "Do you know they are the same?" A look of surprise flashed across the nine year old's face. Her mother regarded this reaction with satisfaction. "This stone is called Jadeite. It's from Japan. Right now, it's full of impurities which is why it is dull and ugly. But after I cut and polish it, it'll look just like my earring." Astonishment filled the girl's eyes which grew wide when her mother demonstrated a little experiment with a small piece of the jade. "It's like magic!" she exclaimed. "You turned the ugly stone into a pretty gem!"

On top of it sat several small crystals, each one shining under the candlelight. I leaned down, curious, and reached out to touch one. It was pale pink and smooth, like it had been polished over and over. It felt cool against my fingers, almost like it was humming very softly. Next to it was a small card, handwritten in neat, curly letters. Rose Quartz – For love and comfort I blinked and looked at the others. Amethyst – For calm and clarity Obsidian – For protection

I wasn’t really listening to the male now, my eyes taking in every molecule of the precious gem. Huh? That’s not right. I brushed my finger over it when it was in reach like everyone else, taking in the sheen of the stone. That’s a tanzanite… What the fuck are they trying to do here?.. the stone had a slight purple quality to it, not a deep and true blue like a sapphire. Plus, the refraction as completely wrong.