Shining Gem Novels & Stories

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 only thing he knew about his mother is that she abandoned him when he was still a child. Was she a creature from Fantasía too? "She was just like you, beautiful shiny hair, brave and powerful." Jihae started. "When she gave birth to you, Adalis started capturing all the Gemmas because he knew they could destroy the dark creatures." "Gemmas?" Jimmy asked. "Gems in Latin, they are creatures with a hair that has too many powers, just like you." So, I'm a Gemma. Jimmy thought.

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.

she enlightened me on those people that do have ginger hair and I was in awe. “ Really? Are they that special?” She just smiled and nodded. “ Now to the main thing, you will learn about spells and other things and this is the best training ground for that,” I nodded my head and she continued. “ But it has one loophole,” my eye traded to where a sparkling, glowing necklace lay. It was a gem shaped necklace embedded in water. I was lost in admiration of how beautiful and well crafted the necklace was, Silver's voice jotted me out of my oblivion and I apologized for not paying attention.

Picking it up. "Appraisal", Amy said decisively, not wasting an ounce of energy on useless words that could have been spoken. [Solar Gemstone] LOCKED Type: Blessing Rank: Tier V A gemstone that can store the energy of the sun. (After unlocking) Skills: Grant the fireball spell to the holder. Brilliance- The stone will shine brighter than a lamp without producing any heat Ignite- Fire will be produced in a small amount. They picked up the artefact and went back to the lab.

But as she raised it, my vision didn't see "mercy." I saw fire. Deep within the crystal housing, a fragment of raw, blinding gold began to pulse. Not soft glow of healing spell. Violent, solar throb making shadows in the corner shriek and retreat. The Shard of the Sun. Second piece. Fragment of original source Lumira had hidden in the most obvious place - under guise of "Holy Healing." "Spirit of the Light, knit the flesh." The Matron intoned.

He was at the far wall of the chamber, at a point in the rock face that was not solid in the way the rest of the rock face was solid, and in his hand, caught in the moon’s changed light, something that caught and held the colour differently from everything around it. A gem. Small, dark, dense with the specific quality of something that had been made for a purpose rather than found. He ran.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

"Said you'd understand." The moment my fingers touched the wood, power jolted through me. I opened the box carefully. Inside, nestled in faded velvet, was a gem the size of a walnut. Black as midnight but shot through with swirls of silver light that moved like liquid starlight. My Moon Child power reacted violently. Silver light exploded from my hands. The gem pulsed in response, and suddenly I was somewhere else—standing in the clearing centuries ago, my pack gathered around me, channeling our combined power into this artifact. Moonlight concentrated and crystallized, given physical form. A safeguard. A weapon. A key.

The figure’s lips curled into a smirk as the concealed safe door slowly swung open. This is the person’s favorite part of the day. The light from the phone’s dimmed flashlight reflected off the contents inside the safe, catching the gleam of something precious. Gems, precious gems. Rows of glittering jewels, meticulously arranged, shone brightly in the confined space, casting multi colored beams of light across the figure’s face.