Shining Gem Novels & Stories

“The shard, use it! It’s tied to the beast!” I fumbled with the pouch, my fingers trembling as I pulled out the obsidian shard. Its surface was hotter now, almost scalding, the red veins flaring with a hunger that made my skin crawl. I’d studied relics like this for years, piecing together their secrets in quiet libraries, but this was no dusty artifact.

I mumbled, feeling on the verge of tears. “One day when you’re old enough, you will have access to every single thing here and then nothing will be hidden from you. I know it’s in your nature to be curious but just wait a little bit, okay?” she said, patting me lightly before she hugged me. “I won’t snoop around anymore but could you at least tell me what those gems are?” I said, then she released me and looked at me suspiciously. “They are gemstones which connect you to your one true mate,” she said.

This crystal seemed crucial to its survival and its connection to the cave. It was a large, pulsating gem with a vibrant color—perhaps a deep orange or yellow, like the sun. It glowed with the same eerie light as Stalagtor’s eyes and was clearly integral to its life force. I extended my hand, trying to touch the crystal when I heard its roar again. I jumped back as another round of explosions sounded. Clutching at my chest, I felt an intense throbbing. A bright light illuminated the cavern, making me blink furiously. My eyes watered from the glare, and I shut them again.

It almost felt like they were singing a song, a song that aligned with her soul and put her very being into an undefinable ease. The gem started turning red, like fire was burning in it, but it didn't feel like that against her palm that was pressed against it. Infact, it didn't even feel hot at all, yet the gem started cracking from the heat, white smoke emerging slowly from the gem. Just as sudden as that had happened, the fire died, the cracks sealed right back together and the gem became an electrifying shade of blue once again, with the specks of white and red falling in it like snow.

Mr Gaston commented in amusement, giving Davien a nudge in the ribcage. Davien shrugged and crossed his arms, watching as Miranda continued to pose but with a different necklace this time. This one was littered with glowing diamonds and making her cerulean eyes pop. “I’m not sure I know what you’re talking about,” he replied nonchalantly, and Mr. Gaston sniggered.

“I want to give you this...as a friend and ally.” Lucifer and Julius look at the bag curiously as I hold it out for Julius to take. He furrows his brows as I drop the bag in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the contents of the bag before opening it. I hold back a smile as his eyebrows shoot up in shock. “Is this what I think it is?” I smirk. “Well, this isn’t me proposing to you so...” Julius pulls out a ring with a square black gemstone. His eyes meet mine. “A Daylight ring? But how?”

He turned to Ashira, who was cradling the broken gem in her hands. “But it’s broken, baby,” Ashira whispered, her voice shaking as she sniffled. “Don’t worry, Mommy. I can fix it,” he said with a small, confident smile. And he did. We all watched in awe as the shattered gem began to mend itself. Each tiny fragment floated back into place, settling perfectly into the whole like time itself had reversed. Within seconds, the Paraiba Tourmaline was whole again—radiant and blue, glowing with the same brilliance it once held.

The chain brushed my skin, cool and soft, and for a second I almost laughed at myself for expecting more. Then I opened it, expecting to see a picture of him or something but the world went quiet. There was a gem inside, a gem that seemed to be breathing slow, hypnotic pulses of color shifting beneath the crystal, midnight blue bleeding into violent violet, silver sparks flickering like trapped starlight.

’ Zephyr wondered to himself as he stared at the gems, his expression quickly changed to one of shock as he prodded further… These gems had a nice sheen to them, in fact, they glimmered like starlight. They had the purity of a baby’s eyes. Above its glossy surface, small ripples of energy could be felt. As Zephyr touched and examined them, he felt his own spiritual energy enter a state of ebb and flow. “Spirit gems!” Zephyr gasped to himself. “These b*stards had spirit gems on them!” Zephyr exclaimed with a fire that grew brighter behind his eyes.