White Diamonds Steven Universe Novels & Stories

He probes further, and I give him the same answer. “Yes.” “Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about, but I must warn you if we find out you lied in this meeting about your powers then no one can save you from the fate ahead, Luna Andrea.” I flinched when his eyes changed colors from red to blue, then golden before going back to his original color brown. “Is that a threat, Steven?” Dante asked, but Steven just shrugged. “That’s the end of the meeting.” Elder Steven said, and a growl of disapproval came from Dave and his cohort.

He gripped my wrist so hard I almost cried out. His eyes locked onto mine. For a second, I saw a spark of gold in his obsidian pupils. “I know what you are, Weaver,” the voice whispered in my mind. I froze. My magic flared, the golden light under my skin screaming in fear. He knew. He knew I was a fraud. He knew I was a commoner from the slums. I tried to pull away, but he leaned closer, his stone lips brushing against my ear. “If you want your brother to live, you will play your part. But if you try to run, I will turn you into dust myself.”

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

My vision blurred at the edges. Behind us, the sound of boots echoed again—closer, faster. Damien grabbed my hand, pulling me up a steep metal staircase. The door at the top burst open into a massive underground atrium filled with glass and steel—like an unfinished lobby. And there, standing in the center of it, was Alexander Whitlock. Alive. He looked calm, almost serene, like he’d been waiting for us. The emergency lights cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the silver in his hair and the faint smile on his lips.

Adriel's lips parted, his breath catching in his throat, as he awaited the news. His gaze darted back and forth, searching Steven's expression for any hint of what was to come. The folder on his desk slipped from his fingers, its contents spilling onto the floor, unnoticed. “She is not dying. She is fine but it is just that I found out…” “You found out what? Go on!” “She is actually not just a simple girl who came from the countryside but she is a jewel designer.” Steven stressed the last word for it to sink in. “Jewel designer? Do you know what you are even saying, Steven?”

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

The man standing in front of me was frail. His height made him stoop. The moonlight captured his sunken eyes just right. He held a tome so thick I feared he would fall over. Despite its size it was a beautiful book. The outside was shiny black. Jewels dotted the front. The back was imbued with bright gold filigree. The man stood on an altar made of the same stuff. It was shiny black. It almost looked like water. I wanted so badly to reach out and touch it but I stopped myself. Something about this felt like a test. I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back.

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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.”

“I want to give you this...as a friend and ally.” Lucifer and Julius look at the bag curiously as I hold it out for Julius to take. He furrows his brows as I drop the bag in his hand, rubbing his thumb over the contents of the bag before opening it. I hold back a smile as his eyebrows shoot up in shock. “Is this what I think it is?” I smirk. “Well, this isn’t me proposing to you so...” Julius pulls out a ring with a square black gemstone. His eyes meet mine. “A Daylight ring? But how?”