Novel & Cerita The Secret Gem Of Obelia

But I couldn’t overlook the fact that it wasn’t really a design at all. It was just a jewel. “I heard,” a woman in the back said quite boldly, “that the jewel HAD indeed been found.” “Well,” another woman said, “if that’s the case, then this very well could be the Heart of the Ocean, couldn’t it?” Did Alpha Lemone privately buy the Heart of the Ocean so his daughter could win this competition? The sheer intrigue of the gemstone would drive up the price of her piece. It was creating quite a buzz around the room, even though it wasn’t really a design.

Each step felt heavier than the last, the oppressive atmosphere pressing down on me. "Stay alert," Thor's voice resonated in my mind. "We can't trust anything here." Elias led me toward a narrow passage hidden behind a collapsed altar of skulls. "This way," he whispered. "How do you know about this?" I asked, following closely. "I've had centuries to learn the secrets of this place," he replied. "Though escape is rare, there are moments when the barriers weaken." We entered the passage, the walls closing in around us. The heat intensified, beads of sweat forming on my brow. The sound of our footsteps echoed ominously.

Cracks split the stone, and from them came a roar so deep it felt like it tore through her bones. Joel yanked her into his arms as the earth gave way. “Hold on, something bigger is coming,it's already here". They plunged into darkness. Somewhere Deeper – The Abyss of Truth Elora gasped as her back hit cold stone. She and Joel were sprawled in a cavern illuminated by a pale, ghostly light. In the center stood a black obelisk, its surface pulsing with crimson runes. “This is it,” Joel said grimly, helping her up. “The heart of the trial.”

Her expression unreadable. Stranger. Beautiful. Dangerous. Elira Vale. The woman turned, her gaze slicing across Calla like a blade coated in perfume. “You must be the new secret,” Elira said. Calla’s stomach clenched. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “You weren’t supposed to.” There was something hauntingly graceful about the way she moved — a kind of predatory femininity that didn’t need claws to draw blood. Calla stayed still. “You’re not staff.” Elira smiled. “No. I’m more like... a favor that refuses to go away.”

Sleep comes quickly, but it isn’t peaceful. The dream starts in a bustling marketplace, filled with vibrant colors and the hum of traders shouting their wares. Stalls line the streets, brimming with glittering goods and exotic treasures. I see Rmonica standing at one of the stalls, her attention caught by a stunning blue gem displayed in an ornate velvet-lined box. Eloane appears beside her, smiling warmly. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she says, her voice dripping with charm. “A gem like this is a rare find. It’s perfect for you, Rmonica. You know you can trust me.”

They could only move in the darkness, untouched by the sunlight. After liberating humans from slavery, the goddess entrusted a sapphire gem to a priest in a sacred temple for protection. The gems had been guarded for generations. The last priest to guard the gem was priestess Michaella – Aathreya Bernard’s wife. When Gerald tried to take the gem, Michaella, who was cornered, swallowed the gem. Unexpectedly, the energy from the object condensed inside her womb. Then, it descended to Celestial, then to Odette. “Are you sure there’s no problem? You suddenly turn serious like this.” Odette was worried because Rion’s attitude was a bit strange.

Her gazes linger upon the first tribute. The elf and their paired monster make their way to the very top of the sacrificial pedestal. She is hesitant to travel through the white roses that coat the foundation but the creature that is attached to her arm ensures her safety by petting her arm like she is one of a kind. The four-eye creature looks back at her and gives a soft smile on her lips. "Do not fret sister. This is the start of something new." The siren's voice comes out in a warm and big sister-like tone. The lone elf gives a soft nod and steps to the edge. The elf's gaze laps upon the monster queen herself, Oblika. The queen waves her hand with the air, giving a signal. The pair of si

the middle-aged man who had spoken earlier asked the white-robed old man in a low voice. Even the white-robed old man couldn't tell. He shook his head and said, "It must be a rare treasure. However, we don't know the true use of that emerald pearl." Lars' eyes shone as he stared at the emerald token that Blaine was holding. His breathing quickened. As the deputy chairman of the Mystic Arts Association, he knew the secret of the emerald token very well. If Sebastian obtained the emerald token, he would be able to move freely in and out of the Holy Grandia, which contained countless techniques and ancient books. Its environment was also more suitable for cultivation.

The diamond collar around her throat had become a masterpiece of craftsmanship, embedded with rare black opals that caught every flicker of light. For the Obsidian Veil celebration, they had gathered their largest number yet. Nine hundred men arrived at the remote obsidian island, a volcanic paradise of black glass cliffs and steaming vents. The entire island had been reshaped into layered sanctuaries — hidden grottos, cliffside pavilions, underground lava chambers, and open-air temples.

a world that was constantly changing its shape. Elora’s "Silver-Crest" mask suddenly cracked. Her eyes flickered from mercury-silver back to the vibrant, thistle-scented sapphire. She looked at Kaelen, who was standing on the roof, and for a fraction of a second, the "Co-Author" bond flared into existence. "Kaelen... the 'Heart'..." Elora gasped. But before she could finish, a massive, obsidian hand descended from the center of the Ink Moon—the "Curator Prime" returning to "Reclaim" the assets.