Shining Diamonds Seventeen Novels & Stories

I closed my eyes and let the force pull me up. My sisters greeted me while a diamond was floating above their palms. I opened my palm and a white diamond appeared. Xandra got the blue diamond, Val got the yellow, Willow got the green, Damona got the brown, and Demonise got the red. We circled in motion and raised our hands with the diamonds to meet them in the center. All the diamonds floated in the air and we grip each other’s hands while chanting a spell. The wind blew in a circular motion, and the diamonds also circled until they formed into one. It shone so brightly and when the light vanished; it revealed a big round rainbow diamond.

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

Benedict said. Damian gave a small, respectful nod. “Only when it comes to her.” After a few tense seconds, Benedict placed a firm hand on his shoulder. “You better make it unforgettable.” Damian’s lips quirked. “Yes, sir.” Later That Afternoon — High-End Jeweler in L.A. Saben slumped against the cold glass counter, releasing a melodramatic sigh that echoed across the glittering showroom. The sun pounded through the large windows, bouncing off diamonds and gems, flooding the room with a range of color.

He said making me frown even more, something was off,and that was the answer to all his suspicions “Investigate her again,and this time leave no stone unturned” I said as my eyes shone in the dark “Yes your majesty” Giving a small bow again he hurried off into the dead night Shelia’s POV Looking at the ruby pendant for the hundredth time,I couldn't decipher on what was so special about it,my long blond hair was packed in a messy bun as my silver eyes reflected the moon, my eyes as I was told by Damien was the mirror reflecting the heart,and I had a good heart and a clear eyes…not anymore,it was full of anger and desperation,sorrow and unfiltered raw courage

My heart raced as he opened it, revealing a dazzling diamond ring that caught the light and shimmered like a star. "Wow," I breathed, momentarily mesmerized by the stone’s brilliance. "It’s… beautiful. Is that… five carats?" Adrian grinned, clearly amused by my reaction. "Seven, actually." "Seven?" I repeated, my voice barely a whisper. My eyes were glued to the ring, taking in every facet of the perfectly cut diamond. It was massive, elegant, and almost surreal in its beauty. This wasn’t just a ring—it was a statement, a symbol, something that spoke volumes without a single word.

“Pardon me for missing the wedding, but you have something that belongs to me.” “She doesn’t.” Brad barked. “Oh yes she does. Seventeen stone cut diamonds.” My eyes went wide and I looked around to make sure no one heard that precious word. “Those belong to me and you know it.” Brad said. “What?” I exclaimed.

She is showcased to the whole pack, one that they have been avoiding since day 1. Moonlight does good for her, but beaming sunlight amplifies her to almost blaring white with a sheen of silver coming through. A diamond blinging amidst the alpine green canvas. No snarling, no growling, nothing. She stood there, intaking a lung full of air, chest up, chin high.

She gasped for air, clutching the glowing jewel, her skin burning where it touched. Damian planted himself between her and the shadow’s looming form. “She’s not yours. Not now, not ever!” He lifted his shield, the runes along its edge igniting with golden light. The next lash of shadow struck it full-force, exploding in sparks of violet and white. The impact nearly tore him from his feet, but he stood, bracing with everything he had.

“So? What about it?” “Apparently, it was a thirty-thousand grand Harry Winston.” Adam took a gulp of his beer. “Only thirty?” I raised a brow at him. “You knew!” He sighed. “I can tell the difference from cubic zirconia and diamond, thank you very much.” “Why didn’t you tell me, Adam?” He shrugged. “You didn’t ask.” I groaned. Then I said, “Don’t tell me you also knew that the date I brought with me was a fake! He wasn't really a bartender!”