Red Gem Novels & Stories

His predatory eyes were now scanning their Mate. "Mine," Harry growled. His voice suddenly became huskier and more bestial, proof of his wolf's presence on the surface. He pressed his forehead against his soul mate's and patiently waited for her to claim him in turn. "Of course I am, my beloved," she replied. She was fascinated by the change in the color of his eyes. His irises, usually a fantastic emerald green, now sported the rich, warm shade of amber. "Mine," Harry repeated.

It was passion made manifest. "Leela," Fennigan pulled back slightly, gasping, his eyes wide. " You're burning." "I know," she whispered, her skin glowing with a flushed, rosy heat. "I feel it." She looked down at her chest. A red light was bleeding through her shirt, brighter than the fire in the hearth. With shaking hands, she unbuttoned the top of the flannel. The empty space at the bottom of the gem clusterwas no longer empty. Born from the heat of their bond and the fire in her own blood, a Ruby had formed. It wasn't solid; it looked like trapped magma, pulsing with a deep, crimson light.

Which explained why the top wouldn’t come off. Inside, there were more gems, of many different colours. He held up a blue gem. “This one will get you inside. And this one will open the core.” He had a green one now. “Or was it the red one? No, no, definitely this one. And use this to recharge the core. It has to be at full charge, not used on frivolous things like....” He waved a bony hand at Biadet. “...that.” He had a handful of gems now. “Here, take them.”

Ruvyn turned around and smiled widely when he spotted Jimmy arriving with his mother. "He came." All the guests stopped dancing or drinking to see the two Gemmas entering the hall in the most elegant way. The woman's hand was around Jimmy's arm as she greeted the creatures with a charming smile. She was wearing a long silk dress with the same colour as her hair and around her neck was a necklace with a shiny Ruby, a gift she received from her loved one years ago. She looked as breathtaking as her son who was wearing a white silk shirt and a red velvet jacket embroidered with gold. It matched perfectly with the ball's theme.

I felt his presence come closer, that’s why I stopped writing, then looked at him. “Please accept our appreciation for fighting and proving that my son’s innocent, your highness,” he said as he handed me a small box. I took the box, then opened it. It revealed a ring with a black rose on it. I took it out of the box and I was mesmerised because it is made out of rhodonite. A rare type of gem in the human world. “A ring made out of rhodonite… I cannot accept this, this is too much,” I told him.

I still believe in an Almighty Creat- "My lady, would you like to try this one?" A female merchant suddenly exclaimed from our back, perhaps noticing how my gaze lingered on her hanging unique dark red dress seemingly made of either Ruby, Red Spinel, Rubellite, Red Diamond, Carnelian, Garnet, Jasper, or any gemstones that are gorgeously red. It is amazingly and breathtakingly designed and cropped into swirling flowers in a nude-looking dress as a base. I, of course, wasn't able to ignore such sublime artwork so I let my eyes feast on it. But I, unfortunately, know how these eye-catching dresses hold a precious spot on the most expensive product in the market. So I didn't even bother asking a

Alexa, with her bright exterior, was the night personified, beautiful, and soft but not as trusting as her opposite. Jayden wore a dark Irish green loose-fitting shirt, tight blue jeans, and silver pumps. Light makeup adorned her face, with light purple eye shadow, and a pink lip gloss. In her ears were two golden studs that each bore light green gems, around her neck lay a matching golden necklace. A golden wristwatch dangled from her left wrist; a matching bracelet lay beside it. She wore a gold ring with an aquamarine gem in the center, meant to resemble youth, health, and hope. Some believed that an aquamarine gem could cure cancer if a person drank water that the gem had soaked in. It w

I thеn kissed hеr mоuth. "Dо уоu knоw what kind оf gems stones уоu аrе wеаrіng, Clаrеttе?" "Nо Sіr?" "Thеу аrе carnelian, a form оf translucent rеd аgаtе. It іѕ sometimes referred tо as "cornelian" rаthеr thеn "саrnеlіаn", thе "соr" tо thе Latin mеаnіng "of the hеаrt."

The ring that sat alone in the dark box was a beautiful sight. Almost otherworldly, like it had been snatched from a fairy’s grasp. A beautiful kite red Ruby gleamed in the center with smaller purple diamonds framing it, and other stones that seemed to change color whenever he moved it under the dim light.

The black light was emanating from the red gem on the collar worn around the neck of the qilin. In that red gem, cinnabar shimmered and moved brilliantly, dazzlingly.