Pearl Lapis Fusion Novels & Stories

I wheeze in a breath. “Legally binding loophole,” he says, shrugging. He holds out a pen. The ring is looped around it, nestled in a satin ribbon. It glows in the candlelight. The band is rose gold, twisted into a delicate vine-like design. In the center sits a peach-hued Padparadscha Sapphire, oval and smooth with the softest cleft down the middle. It looks like something out of a fairy tale. I look at him, wide-eyed. “This is real?”

"A complete set of black pearl jewelry from Tahiti," said Felicity. "A pair of imperial green jade earrings," added Vermont. "A bracelet with blue diamonds from South Zuluford." "A carved jade statue of Jesus." The two sounded like they were reciting a song. Upon finishing the list, they embraced in feigned emotional display. Felicity pretended to sob, "I'm so envious. I'm afraid my best friend will suffer, yet I'm jealous that she'll be driving a Land Rover. This is so contradicting."

"What do you suggest? he asked. Being priestess of the Motherhood of Noor, Laria knew well the characteristics and power that emanated from each gem. "I'll take these," she said, detaching one of the opals and a quartz from the golden serpent Theobald had just snatched. She then joined the stones to form a half-moon-shaped gemstone. "I'll try taking them to the order. There, we will guard and protect them. Randal," she added, addressing her eldest son. "Take these. . ." She extended her hand to give him the remaining opal and its respective quartz which she had already joined together to form the other half-moon shaped gem. "Go south to Antair, or even further to Pelair. It is necessary to k

she held out a small kelp parcel. Curiously, Yukiya picked it up and opened it. Inside were few pearls. Seeing this, the egg happily jumped over and started touching each peals. Just as it touched it, the pearls dissolved and merged with him. "What are these... these are not ordinary pearls..." Yukiya mumbled, picking one luminous pearl. "They are Mers tears of happiness." Yin Long softly whispered. "What!!! Mers tears... how did you get a hold of these?" she whispered in shock.

“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.

Teardrop shaped emeralds adorned her earshells. "Do you like this necklace?" She hated those red rubies to the extent of glaring at Icarus to which he smiled and replied his voice getting huskier. "I have same thoughts as my queen and cannot seem to like it no matter how I look, I have brought something else for you." Rubies were replaced by sun gold sapphires that somewhat resembled the colour of Icarus's eyes making Lalya seemingly look at the male in hazed delusion. Was this his way of telling her that he shall from now he owned her?

He’d FINALLY given us his blessing and I was determined to stay on his good side. “I won’t take up much of your time,” he said. “I just…I wanted to give you something.” He handed me a string of pearls. At first, I was surprised. Why would I want a string of pearls? But when I looked at them more closely, I could see that they were not ordinary pearls. They shone with a strange iridescent glow, as though they were made of faded rainbows. I looked up at him, confused. “Sidian pearls,” he said, a half-smile on his face.

Inside, resting on a bed of velvet, were the London Quartz Plates—the ones he had hidden from the world, the ones that contained the "Forbidden Synthesis." "You're really going to do it," Hope whispered, standing at the edge of the cooling vat. Her face was pale in the blue light of the reactor. "You're going to merge the Pulse with the fungal mycelium. Dad, if the logic bonds with the biology... there’s no way to turn it off. It becomes an invasive species. A digital forest."

He brought the pendant closer, his thumb tracing each engraved letter as if reading Braille, as if absorbing the vow through his skin. “The silk,” Anton said, his voice rough with emotion, “is lapis lazuli. For truth. For the deep, unchanging blue of the sky after a storm. For the night on the beach in Geneva.” He reached out, his fingertip hovering just above the dark stone. “The steel is from the fuselage of the jet that took us to the island. The one that gave us our first sanctuary.” His finger moved to the metal band. “Rico helped me… acquire a piece. I had it reforged.”