Vermeil In Gold Lilia Novels & Stories

her friend replied, “I made certain of it.” Luna smoothed her hand down her dress again. It was an original LeFerv dress, a one of a kind. It was silk, embroided with the finest beads in the fashion industry, it started round her neck, flowed down to be snatched with a flower brooch at her waist, and flowed down again to sweep down her legs to the floor. The color was golden, a molten gold that shimmered underneath the lights and looked like a melted ring. Simple gold jewelries glittered at Luna’s ears and her wrist, her hair was piled up atop her head, a few tendrils falling down about her face.

I jumped to my feet and off of the bed running over to the floor length mirror by my door. I looked at my reflection, taking in every detail of the disgusting collar. If it wasn't for the fact this was a claim and was bulky with Lucien's name written on it. It probably would actually be a beautiful piece of jewellery for a special occasion, something fancy. It was gold with Lucien scripted in silver. With a diamond to dot the I in Lucien, it looked expensive. Made with gold and real diamonds. Bulky but not overly large. It was visible enough though and very clear what it's purpose was.

Lillith was dressed in a forest green, satin gown that flowed down to her feet. It accentuated her pale skin and on her lip was a sheer red lipstick that made her look like an enchantress. Her neck was adorned with emerald jewels and two tear drop earrings that glittered underneath the light that came from the chandelier. Her arm was almost bare, safe for the puffed up sleeve or the dress she was wearing. A golden band was intricately wrapped around her arm and on her feet were gold slippers that gleamed under the light.

Her fingers moved quickly across a laptop, eyes sharp and focused. “What is all this?” I asked. “Even if I explained it,” she said without looking up, “you wouldn’t understand.” “Rude.” “But accurate.” Fair enough. Something caught my eye on the table. A ring. Simple. Silver. Inlaid with faint blue markings that pulsed softly. “Ooo,” I said, picking it up. “What’s this?” “No idea,” Lily replied. “Probably a Purity artifact.” “Well,” I said, slipping it onto my finger, “it’s cute. I’m keeping it.”

I felt it against my skin before I fully processed it. I looked up despite myself. The other designs glowed on the screen in turn, polished and impressive. This competition loved detail, loved luxury that announced itself loudly. Every piece was layered, symbolic, overflowing with intention. Colors blended perfectly. Gems sparkled under simulated light, expensive and undeniable. Lilian’s design appeared just before mine. It was flawless. Victorian-inspired, emeralds twisted with pearls, every element rendered to perfection. You could tell she’d refined it a hundred times. It looked safe. Powerful in the way judges liked. It was exactly what this room was used to rewarding.

Liam had full-on cracked up when he saw Marcus, but got himself under control quickly. My crown, thankfully, is much more understanded. It's a braid of twisted gold with tiny flecks of diamonds and rubies scattered along it so that they wink subtly when I turn my head. I instantly loved it, and Jeanette had given me a knowing smile when she saw me put it on.

Irene let out a low whistle. “It’s polished.” Raven scoffed, “If there was one thing we can trust His Majesty to do it is to cover all the details.” She lifted the circlet of twining gold leaves, rubies, diamonds, and emeralds out of the box and hooked the veil onto it. Sarah let out a little gasp of awe while Lily wiped her eyes. “Almost there,” Raven told Laurel and set the circlet on her head. She stepped back to admire the vision Laurel was in her gown.

Moments ago, I had told myself I would be confident, but this… in front of everyone… I couldn’t believe they didn’t care about their image at all. Thankfully, there was one other brother who wasn’t like this. I wasn't sure how I would actually act if Lucien– “Take this. I heard women like gold.” My thoughts faltered as I blinked, only to see Lucien had already shoved Claude aside just like Claude had done to Silas. He now stood before me, Abraham by his side, opening a box that revealed a pair of golden earrings. “This is the purest form of gold, Nectar Gold. Alpha Lucien had it specially crafted into this for you, Beta Lilith,” Abraham explained respectfully.

The Met was a fortress of glass and history, but tonight, it was a shark tank. Lilia stood at the top of the grand staircase, her hand trembling slightly where it rested on Sion’s arm. She was encased in a gown of midnight-blue velvet that weighed more than her first car, and her throat was adorned with "loaned" sapphires that felt like ice against her skin. "Breathe, Lilia," Sion murmured, his head bowed close to hers as if he were whispering a sweet nothing. "You look like you're heading to a firing squad rather than a gala."