Pink Diamond Shattering Novels & Stories

"The current stopped. Sister... what did you do to the registry?" I looked down at the little girl in my arm. The silver scales were completely gone from her skin now, leaving her dark arms clean and smooth, her brown eyes soft and real as she looked up at the smoking ruins of her grandmother's palace. "I didn't dissolve the debt, Kemi," I said, my breath coming in ragged, shallow gasps as the black diamond necklace at my throat finally shattered completely, dropping two heavy pieces of cold glass into the mud at my feet. "I shared it. Every scrapper on the Mainland just received one forty-thousandth of the Vane Global equity line."

growled Sharon as she pushed the salesgirl away. The sound of shattering could be heard. The two exquisite boxes which the salesgirl had carried out were now both on the ground. The sound that had come from inside the boxes when they fell wasn’t very reassuring. Everyone who saw the event play out went silent. After all, everyone knew that the jewelry in this specific shop was extremely expensive. Judging from how extravagant the two boxes on the floor were, the contents were most definitely not just any regular jewelry. The shattering sound definitely brought Sharon back to her senses.

“Quillon?” Aiden and Ashira must have heard my whisper because they came rushing but they halted just like I did. We all stare at Quillon and a broken necklace lay on the floor beside him. The blue gem he always wore around his neck lost it hue and now lay there broken and black. Quillon had shattered the Paraiba Tourmaline. He had unleashed his powers.

Peering down, Belinda marveled at the wonder curving into her chest. Numerous diamonds were embedded into three lines of gold, which all converged to meet a bigger pink diamond at the center. It was the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen. It also had to be the most expensive. Belinda swerved to face Draven, but she was too stunned to say a word. She could only stare with her mouth open.

Then, all of a sudden, from under a shard of broken bone, he picked up a small bracelet. I hadn't expected it to survive the explosion. Somehow, just faintly, the initials of my name engraved on the pendant could still be seen. He gave me that bracelet on the day we became mates. He should recognize it, right? One of his subordinates leaned in. "Sir, is there something wrong with that bracelet?" "It just… looks familiar." A female patrol officer glanced at it and said casually, "That's normal. It's one of the cheapest styles in the local jewelry store."

I slipped the compressed taint out into the open air and had a look at it. How innocent it seemed now, like a tiny black diamond, glittering in the light from over the back door. "I take it you have a plan to destroy it?" I met Demetrius's gaze again and heard him groan in agony. "You must," he said. Slammed both fists into his thighs several times before speaking again in a broken stutter. "But, d-d-don't let it o-o-out." That would probably be bad. I let my power ease forward, felt around the edges of the gem, now nervous. "If it escapes, can I contain it again?"

Too gaudy. Throughout it all, Damian said nothing. He sat in his chair, swirling his brandy, watching. He watched the jeweler’s hands touch Aria’s neck. He watched Aria’s chin lift obediently. He watched the way she swallowed nervously when the metal was cold against her skin. His silence was louder than Cassandra’s complaints. "This is the last one," the jeweler said, sounding exhausted. He lifted a delicate platinum chain from a separate box. Suspended from it was a single, flawless pear-cut diamond. It wasn't massive, but it was incredibly clear. It caught the light and shattered it into a thousand rainbows.

CRACK— As the original Celine Diamond's neck broke, the glass in the room shattered into pieces. Cecilia stared blankly at Celine Diamond's soul which seemed to be fading away into tiny bits of glittering glass dust in the wind. Cecilia's third eye became even shinier than before as if absorbing new energy into itself. And as soon as Celine Diamond's soul was annihilated, Cecilia pulled her hand out of the shattered mirror, making a long wound along her arm.

Every spark that flew from the saw was a piece of the nobody from Port Haven being forged into a leader. When she finally stepped out of the shed, the sun was beginning to dip, casting long, golden shadows over the mine. The miners were waiting, their cynicism replaced by a tense, quiet curiosity. Ophelia opened her hand. Resting in her palm was a diamond that looked like a shard of the midnight sky. It wasn't round. it was sharp, jagged, and brilliant, with a deep blue heart that seemed to glow from within. It was a masterpiece of contemporary unique value.

“These aren’t our stones! They’re… synthetic!” Evelyn quickly stepped to the nearest crate. She pulled out a teardrop-shaped diamond meant to be the centerpiece of the collection. It was ruined. A fine crack split from tip to center, a fracture that dimmed its brilliance. Her chest tightened like a blade had pierced through it. “No way…” she whispered. “We polished these under constant supervision. They couldn’t break like this… unless—” Her footsteps carried her from one table to the next, inspecting every stone.