The Pearl Novels & Stories

“You shouldn’t have run away, sister.” Pearl’s breath caught in her throat. The iron rod slipped from her fingers, clattering against the floor. “How… how did you…” Fake Pearl smiled, her eyes glinting under the lightning’s flash. “I need you to leave.” Before Pearl could move, fake Pearl reached into her coat pocket and pulled out a small folded picture, soaked but still intact. “I brought this,” she said, holding it out, smirking smugly “Look.” The storm roared louder outside, lightning tearing through the sky.

I walked onto the altar, slowly stripped off my clothes, and sat, naked, on Kyle’s blood-stained body. This was part of the ritual—I had to absorb the aura of his death to form the Pearl. The first time, I was so ashamed. Now, I was just numb. My fingernails sharpened into claws, and I sliced open my own stomach. Ah—! The pain was like someone carving out my insides with a rusty spoon, inch by inch. A soul-tearing agony made me curl into a ball. I pulled out the blood-slicked Pearl and fed it to Kyle.

In Biology this afternoon, Ms. Grace was walking back and forth, explaining another theory. "A pearl is formed in an oyster when a foreign object, like a grain of sand, is stuck in its shell," she said. "The oyster is in great pain, but if the object doesn't kill her, nature covers the object with the oozing that forms into a pearl."

"If only I were not waiting for tomorrow morning to use you all as bait to lure in pearl monsters, I would have already killed you." I heard whatever he said. Pearl monster, a super rare animal of the sea. It only came out once a year and reach the waters where we were present right now. Damn, how could I forget this? He planned to use us as bait to catch those creatures. Pearl monsters looked like dolphins but they were the size of whale sharks. They had an antenna on their forehead which contained a shining pearl at the tip. That pearl was one of the most expensive things on the planet. I could not imagine he was planning to do that.

The fish creatures had struck a deal with the demons, so the fish creatures handed the pearl over immediately when they got hold of it. Rodney even had the chance to study it. His explanation did not attract much attention because many people knew about the water troops. Philip and the others did not know simply because they were humans. “Apart from the pearl, they need another item to unleash its full potential or the pearl's effect will be halved. The other item is my blood.” No one had used the pearl before, so they had never unleashed its full potential.

"There you go, sweetie." Someone knocked on the door and then peeked in. It was a man in a baseball cap with a bored expression on his face. "Celia Weaver, you're up." "Razzle-dazzle them!" The woman called out as I walked gingerly out of the room. The pulsating music and flickering lights of the brothel made my heart race with trepidation. I approached the pole, my unsteady footsteps echoing on the stage. The room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for me to take my place in this grotesque performance.

The glow emitted from the pearl was breathtaking, and the host on stage told the pearl's origins at a moderate pace. The pearl originated from the Swallow Kingdom and was gifted by an unknown king to his beloved consort. Then, it changed masters a few times before becoming an accompaniment for the burial of a madam during the Astor Dynasty. After that, the tomb was raided, and the pearl was lost overseas. Under a stroke of good luck, Irene Moore saw it during an auction and used eight million Union dollars to bid on it.

The woman suddenly pushed me until I sprawled to the ground. When I looked up, the woman was nowhere to be found already. The only thing that was with me was the thing that was on my palm. It was a pearl a size of a cherry. I widened my eyes at the sight of it. It's rare to see a pearl in this country and this little treasure would entirely save 5 families for 2 years to purchase food and shelter. My hands trembled and quickly closed my palm to safeguard the pearl. That was when I started my journey to finding Madame Margaret. That was when I experienced being bullied again.

This alien is ambitious hahaha. "What do you mean?" I want to ask more. What was it then? Is that super? Aahh, piccolo's minion? "I was a pearl." This is the answer. I blinked. What does he mean? She is Pearl. Did she mean, she was a PEARL? Like the pearl of the east, the flame of the heart, in your blue chest? "You mean, you were an oyster?" I can't believe I'm asking this.

This alien is ambitious hahaha. "What do you mean?" I want to ask more. What was it then? Is that super? Aahh, piccolo's minion? "I was a pearl." This is the answer. I blinked. What does he mean? She is Pearl. Did she mean, she was a PEARL? Like the pearl of the east, the flame of the heart, in your blue chest? "You mean, you were an oyster?" I can't believe I'm asking this.