Red Gem Novels & Stories

The wall opens up, revealing a safe. The safe door makes a clicking sound as I open it and inside lies the red gem locked inside a glass case. Regef’s eyes spark with an excitement that I have never seen before. No, that’s wrong. I have witnessed it. It's the glow in his eyes when he wants something he can’t have.

Fanny squealed, “My rainbow gemstone set! The deep red paired with pale yellow—it’s like colors from the heavens. Stunning!” Amanda leaned over in admiration. “These are historically known as Caesar Rubies. Look at that orange-red one—it’s like an entire forest captured inside.” “Wow! Patrick is such a fairy god-brother. He knows our hearts too well.” Cindy was so moved she nearly cried. Pamela adored her emerald necklace. She snapped a picture and posted it to her social media. [Thank you, Patrick. Auntie loves it!] Meanwhile, in Country F Benjamin had just finished work and returned to the hotel.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.

The heavy doors swung open. Warriors filed in. Servants followed, carrying chest after chest of treasure glinting in the torchlight. “The Pope grants a bonded marriage—” I lifted my head and heard the words that I would be mated to Vetle. The chests were opened one by one in the hall—rubies, gold. Ruby stepped forward with a flawless blood-red gem and held it out to me. Her smile was gentle, but there was something hidden beneath. “Wow...”

Dryzza’s eyes remained fixed on the emerald stone embedded in the center of the grimoire’s cover, waiting for it to respond to the ruby’s presence. After what felt like an agonizingly long moment, the air around them seemed to pulse with energy. A faint vibration traveled through the ground, and then it happened. The emerald stone in the center of the grimoire began to glow, its deep green hue shimmering like a beacon in the dark. At first, the light was faint, but within seconds, it intensified, matching the crimson glow of the ruby necklace in Dryzza's hand. Both stones seemed to resonate with one another, their magical connection undeniable.

The note read: "You look stunning in red. -D" Seraphina's heart skipped a beat as she reached out to touch the soft, silky fabric. She had a feeling this was going to be a night to remember... Moments later, there was a knock on the door. "Makeup and hair, courtesy of Damien," a cheerful voice announced. In walked a talented stylist, armed with a makeup bag and a hairbrush. Seraphina was taken aback but pleased by the surprise. She sat back and let the stylist work her magic, transforming her face with a natural yet elegant look. A soft, smoky eye, a subtle blush, and a swipe of red lipstick - the final result was stunning.

She chuckled. "About you, yes" he replied, and she smiled widely, then she could feel him bringing something out of his jacket. Before she could look back, he removed the emerald necklace from her neck, then he replaced it with a new shinny one. The pendant is a rare expensive sunstone, colour red like jade, and her eyes widened immediately she beheld it. "Xhen..." She turned back shockingly, touching the pendant. "You don't like it?" He asked with dead eyes.

Smoke rose in tendrils from open-air stalls where meats sizzled and spices filled the air with an intoxicating perfume. Samarth and Inayat emerged from the jewel seller’s shop, her fingers still brushing the pendant resting over her heart. It was carved from the finest Alexandrite, a stone that shifted its hues under different lights—green by day, red by night. Just like the quiet war within her. Samarth had paid the jeweler in gold coins, heavy and old, etched with his crest. Inayat mounted Cyclone, the white stallion, but her gaze lingered on Samarth as he secured his own steed.

We were joined soon by Anthonier and Hilra who also appeared surprised at the sight. But while Xialara tried to check for a pulse in her neck and base of her thumb. Something else caught my eye. The ruby colored gem at the hilt of the sword was now a clear diamond. No sign of red. I picked it up by its blade and examined it under the moonlight to check for any cracks or possible leakages. There were none. The red color had just vanished. My blood was gone.

Inside a black velvet box was a unique ring, gleaming with a red gemstone as precious as any treasure and circled by 520 tiny diamonds glittering in the light. Each diamond was meticulously chosen to ensure a perfect fit within the setting. This red gem stood alone in its splendor, unmatched anywhere else in the world. Its worth was astronomical—over $3 billion in Venturian currency.