Novel & Cerita The Dark Jewels Trilogy

Chapter 4: The Masquerade The black diamonds felt like a cold, heavy collar. Elena stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in the east wing, her fingers trembling as she wrestled with the platinum clasp. The stones were a deep, obsidian hue—darker than the shadows pooling in the corners of the room. They didn’t sparkle with the cheerful light of white diamonds; instead, they seemed to absorb the room’s glow, much like the man who had gifted them to her.

"It is more than jewelry. It contains a GPS tracker and a panic frequency. If you step off this estate without me, I will know. If a Wolf tries to snatch you from the ballroom, I will find you. You are tethered to me now, Zara. By law, by blood, and by this steel." I looked down at the emerald. It looked like an eye, watching me. Then I looked back at him. The amber light of the setting sun caught the gold flecks in his dark irises, making him look less like a man and more like a myth. For a terrifying, heart-stopping second, the hatred I felt for him was eclipsed by a raw, electric spark of recognition. He was offering me the power to survive, even if the price was my soul. "And after the g

Sorceresses of the dark side have a very strong vibration and power, which even they themselves cannot control. Igor: — Isn’t there another Island? That's too far, we would practically turn around!! Jafana: — Captain Igor, would you rather find your way out of a maze than go around it? I guarantee you that you will spend your entire life at sea… Igor sighed. — I think it's good, having the amethyst around your neck, you'll need it! — Said Nacula, looking at Igor's precious stone. Jafana: — Although under the power of a dark side sorceress, every jewel loses its value.

The prestige associated with being the parents of a Zura, coupled with the financial incentives, silenced many inquiries into the Zura's ultimate fate. The separation of the Zura from their families at a young age served to further isolate them from any potential sources of support or dissent. It ensured that they grew up within the confines of the gilded cages, where their every move and decision was controlled. Families believed that their daughters were contributing to the realm's stability, unaware of the complexities and compromises involved. The truth was that the Zura's lives were intricately managed, and their agency was curtailed to serve the realm's interests.

A piece of jewelry, silver, burned around the edges. Nyra frowned. Cassian’s eyes narrowed. “Where did you get that?” “Near the damaged wing.” Draven stepped forward. “It was hidden behind a loose stone.” The room became silent and Draven looked down at the necklace. His expression darkened. “I’ve seen this before.” Cassian stared at him. “Where?” Draven slowly lifted his gaze. Something dangerous flashed in his eyes and Nyra suddenly felt nervous, very nervous. Draven clenched the jewelry tightly, then he spoke.

The base of the entire necklace was made from solid white gold that had been treated to turn completely pitch black, like charcoal or burnt wood. This dark metal represented the past, the pain, and the destruction that the syndicate had faced. But climbing right up out of the black metal were dozens of tiny, hand-carved silver vines that held the most incredible gemstones. The main stones were giant, flawless emeralds that were a bright, electric green. They looked like fresh, radioactive leaves growing out of the dark soil after a terrible forest fire. The way the bright green emeralds sparkled against the matte black metal was incredibly powerful and fast-paced. It told a story of a queen

"I'll get right on it." I strode back through the dark forest towards the house. I knew my way without needing to see, but the stars and the filling moon lit my path. "Remi, you're supposed to come with me," I said into the night. I wasn't sure if he was lurking around, but at least I told him. When I reached the house, I took a look at the list. "Thirty alexandrite gems, thirty pearls, thirty living roses, two moonstones, rosemary, lavender, dragon's tongue... What is with this list?" I said to no one in particular.

"James don't you think we should involve the police now, Liliana doesn't stay long like this outside am having feeling something is not right I said but he only smirked, she, not a kid don't worry she we come back home on her will don't be scared darling, she will be here soon "I know James what if he has kidnapped her I won't be able to do anything for what is about to happen, I betrayed her once now I can't think of doing that once again, Danica I don't want you to sputter any blasphemy to me huh, I told you when you're making a bargain with him now you have to face the consequences yourself I won't allow you to put that innocent girl in danger once again, I warned you but what, you said s

I ran away from my responsibilities and stayed away from my kind, even my own family. Abigail found me; Salvatore found me; and if my sister is here too, it’s just a matter of time before she sniffs Jade, and that would be game over. I am Dark, and darkness surrounds me everywhere I go. Jade is in danger, and she has no idea. It was one of the reasons I kept her as my house girl, or maybe my coffee maker, or whatever the fuck I wanted her to be, but now she has run away from me. I wanted to protect her and not eye-fuck her every time I got a chance. Every time I set my dark eyes on her, my hunger for her grew sharper. She is stunning, but it wasn’t just her beauty that entranced me. It’s the

She had barely seated herself beneath the western arbor with a physician text in hand when footsteps sounded on the gravel. She did not need to look up. “No.” Draevor’s shadow fell across the page. “No what?” “No, you may not continue this habit of materializing wherever I go.” He stepped into view and regarded her with infuriating composure. “I received your note.” “How resilient of you.” “You disliked the jewels.” “I disliked the lack of taste.” Draevor folded his arms. “They were taken from the treasury of Luthen after its surrender.” “How touching. Pillaged wealth with sentimental value.”