Steven Universe Ruby Sapphire Novelas e Histórias

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

They call me 205 because out of all the two hundred and five kids they kidnapped when they found me, I was the only survivor after their first experiment. But a long time ago, someone gave me a name. An angel that promised to take me out of this hellhole. She told me I'd be able to see what humans called the moon and stars. She named me Ruby. A red precious stone because you're a precious little thing. The name also matches your pretty red hair, she had said smiling. I was only six years old at that time... Or was it seven? I may not know what ‘red precious stone’ means but the name Ruby sounded nice.

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

he stated flatly and without emotion. “I didn’t believe it either, Lucien, truly. I thought it was a myth, a story passed through generations to help pups understand our collective history and being. But, I can feel her power, and look at this, I’ve never seen this before,” Sargon’s voice said, pushing the hinged black box into his hands. He opened the lid, and despite the dimness of the office, the purple diamond came alive. Lucien gasped and draped the box. The necklace skidded across the floor, shimmering like purple fire. I scooped it up, laid it back in its black, velvety bed, and closed the lid once more.

Antonia smiled, relaxing into the embrace as the cool mountain breeze brushed past them. With a gentle movement, Portia reached around and fastened a delicate, shimmering gold necklace around Antonia’s neck. Hanging perfectly at the center was a beautifully crafted crescent moon with a brilliant star resting right by its side. "The moon and the star," Portia whispered near her ear, her voice entirely devoid of her usual campus armor. "They belong together, no matter how dark the night gets. This is a promise, Antonia. No matter what Tristan or my family tries to do, I will protect you. I am not letting you go."

They could not figure out his mood, and they closed the door behind them. Dim light shone on the sapphire, making it look glorious as it reflected the light with great brilliance. However, it was still a copy, no matter how glorious it looked. It was the only time in his life that Stefan ever bought a copy of something. The real sapphire ring should have belonged to Elena.

He’s already suffering enough for all the crimes he did and so I tried to relax my body but still threw him a sharp glare, threatening him not to get close to me. He averted his eyes from me and looked at the flowers beside him. He picked a purple flower and smelled it, “I always think Salvias suits you, Sapphire. They are the color of your eyes and they represent wisdom, health, and long life, a perfect definition for Faeries.”

he warned. “I know.” Valerie gasped suddenly and grabbed her stomach. Not in pain. In shock. A sound, like a crack, split the air. The ground beneath her feet trembled. Her aura wasn’t like a wolf. It wasn’t even like an Alpha’s. It was something else entirely. I moved toward her, but the force that erupted from her knocked both Hunter and me a step back. She opened her eyes. They weren’t gold. They weren’t black. They were silver.

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

He stirred the mixture slowly while muttering ancient words under his breath. Then he took the black stone, pressed it to his forehead, and closed his eyes. “Give me her full name,” Stooper said softly. “Gabriella Hawkins ” Steve replied without hesitation. “And the one she’s bonded to?” Stooper asked. “Simon,” Steve said, and his jaw tightened just from saying the name.