Shining Gem Novels & Stories

At the center, a stone pedestal holds a glowing orb, pulsating with light. Gemini approaches cautiously, her heart pounding in her chest. “This must be what we were meant to find,” she says, reaching out toward the orb. She sees visions of wars, ancient warriors, and a darkness so strong and broad that it threatens to devour everything in its path as her hand hovers over it. However, there is also light in those visions—a dazzling, blinding force that drives the darkness away. The voice of GLZ, "Gemini," breaks through the blur of pictures. "Are you alright?"

She scooped up Ash and hurried out of the room, leaving Althea to steady herself in the quiet. Once Althea was alone, she reached for the small crystal she had spotted earlier in Riela’s cottage. It was a pale, translucent gem, faintly shimmering, almost invisible to ordinary eyes. She recognized it instantly. This was a Luminis Shard, the same kind her mother had used to communicate with Amon. The crystal worked by projecting an image and voice of the person it was linked to, though it wasn’t real, they were just a projection. Taking a steadying breath, Althea held the shard and whispered the activation chant her mother had taught her. A soft glow spread through the crystal, and the project

The sight that greeted them was both awe-inspiring and terrifying. In the center of the chamber stood a colossal crystal, its facets pulsing with an inner light unlike anything they had ever seen. It thrummed with an energy that seemed to vibrate through their very bones. Professor Thorne, her voice barely a whisper, identified it as a celestial shard, a remnant of a shattered star, imbued with unimaginable power.

* I raise the shard, its light consuming the vision. --- **Selene’s Light** The creature falters as my glow brightens. “You’re not her,” I say, rising. “You’re just my fear.” The mirrors reform, reflecting not the past but the present—Silas’s determination, Ryland’s grief, the pack’s hope. The creature shrieks, dissolving into smoke. The golden shard floats into my hand, its warmth a balm. The golden crow caws. *“One down.”* ---

People of the earth can't even protect themselves, talk-less of a gem or five gems! NICOLE: They will grow and learn to protect it. I have been observing them and those creatures adapt quickly (A bang was heard). the snow comet. We don't have much time, summon your gems. (Nora brought out her White gem and Nikki brought out her yellow gem) NORA: Nicole, you need to rethink this. Yes we were caught off guard this time but we can still try.

“It’s not that I don’t want to help but more if I interfer then your children’s future will be worse.” “Thank you for looking out for my children’s future.”, I say. We leave and this time she takes some gems off the wall, mostly the duly ones. She grabs the orange gems then the pale white along with black ones. If I’m not mistaken, the orange gems are used for transferring protection power from the owner and the protected; the pale white and black I have no idea. Once out of the cave, I take notice of the saltwater which reminds me how I’ve never been to a beach before.

“That is possibly the most amazing thing I’ve ever seen,” Joshua said as he stepped over. He was talking about the staff, of course. It did look impressive, especially the way that it was glowing now in the darkness of the forest. All of the gems were lit up, and the ruby in the middle was so beautiful as it sparkled there in the dim light.

Fin stated rather than asked. The Priestess smiled, her ancient eyes twinkling with wisdom. "The goddess works in mysterious ways, young Maxwell. What you see with human eyes is not always what exists in the spiritual realm. In her true essence, Diamond is silver light, the reflection of the moon, the embodiment of the goddess's wisdom. The physical manifestation may appear white with markings, but her soul energy is pure silver."

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.

If Damon believes Jerry has it. Levin yells, "He doesn't," but I can tell he's unsure because his eyes dart to me. I hold the shard in my pocket, feeling as though it is alive due to its steady pulse. Levin is relying on a phony bloodstone, a witch's ploy to induce hallucinations in Damon's pack at the ritual site. It should buy time, save Mom, and possibly put an end to this war. However, the actual shard I possess is like a ticking time bomb.