Spinel Oc Novels & Stories

The heat was so horrible that they felt their blood was boiling. The red spinel was sucked into Chu Xun's palm. Just as he had expected, it was a piece of Fire Spinel. Fire Spinel was usually produced in magma, and it was hard for it to come into being and for others to get it. Though the Fire Spinel in Chu Xun's hand was just a semi-finished product, it could easily burn a half Human King into ashes. Since they were deep into the jungle, where did this Fire Spinel come from? How could it be swallowed by a wolf? The whole thing appeared strange.

"It's not blood ruby! It's rare blood spinel!" She gestured to the crowd, explaining, "The first cut only revealed a small section, which led to the wrong conclusion. But this is undeniably blood spinel, one of the most valuable kinds of gem on the market." The onlookers surged forward, eager to confirm for themselves. "It really is blood spinel! This stuff is even rarer than green tourmaline, and it's worth far more." "Plus, look at the size of Andrew's piece—it's way bigger than Aspen's! This round isn't even close."

He whispers, his breath sending a chill through me. I take his word for it as my eyes follow the curve of the ceiling. The entire building is not square-shaped, but rather dome-shaped, so that the edges of the ceiling curve into long, clear windows. The rims of them are studded with what I thought were lights, but upon further inspection, I gasped to realise the ceiling-high windows are actually ingrained with Spinel, a precious gemstone that is a green, smaller version of a diamond. On the ground floor, all the seats have been arranged, with at least 50 large round tables. There’s enough space between each table for everyone to have some privacy.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.