Wof Carnelian Novels & Stories

" I said . My voice was hoarse , it was already dissolving into tears. I couldn't bear to lose Gwen , I couldn't bear to see her with someone else . All I ever wanted was that she remains by my side. I didn't feel any mate bond with Gwen like I did with Morgana. But it didn't matter, as long as I was concerned , Gwen was my property. She was my most prized possession . She was a treasure in my kingdom . A special gift many kings would never be able to possess , they could only admire from afar . She was the most beautiful creature ever born among the twelve kingdoms , and all the mystic creatures .

I was definitely dreaming, I decide. I gaze down at it, seeing a passage of small font, and a slightly faded picture...Of Casper. He sits on a throne, almost lounging on it. Somehow, he looks younger, more youthful and carefree. A golden crown is placed upon his head, bejeweled with glittering diamonds, rubies and jade. A cloak of red velvet draped across his shoulders. He looks like pure royalty. "That is Jasper two days before he was meant to be named as Alpha. A day before he disappeared," June tells me.

" What ? " " It was just a way of saying, don't frighten like that, you will make me feel bad of even joking with you if you give this kind of reaction " Celea sighted in relief " Here, I bought you something " Said carmen and took out a ring with a beautiful round, deep red stone on it " It's very pretty but why are you giving it to me ? " Celea asked calmly " What, you think you're the only one who is allowed to make presents ? "

I couldn't help but stare for a lot longer than I should, marveling at the intricate handling, detailing and pure genius of the design. Sienna was struck speechless as she stared. When I could finally look at her face, I could see the conflict in her expression. She obviously wanted to hate this jewelry just as much as she hated the jeweler. She wanted to say all of the terrible things she could think of about it. But, it seemed impossible. "It was made with a rare gem called Mandarin Garnet. I can give a lot more details regarding it, but I think you should know most of them yourself already."

Helene One of the attendant’s eyes widened with genuine awe as she glanced at the sleek, obsidian-bloodstone red card in my hands. “Oh my goodness… Miss Freya, you’re have THE OBSIDIAN VELVET CARD,” she whispered reverently, as if speaking of a sacred artifact. “This isn’t just any elite card. This is the absolute pinnacle, the rarest and most powerful card in existence. While the Black Elite Card is already reserved for billionaires and opens most doors… the Obsidian Black sits far above it. It’s not even in the same league.”

"Ah, your usual gifts of courting – dirty weeds. However shall I resist your enterprising heart?" "Wait, there's more – look at this! A jewel for the finest of women, plucked from horrific Queen Jarngrimr of the Sorrow's dwarven mines themselves! See how it sparkles just so in the moonlight like an unparalleled Periland diamond, this most precious of gems?" I took Yolanda's fine burnished red bronze colored hand and gave her a shiny amethyst raw of the making that I had found in the woods while out a hunting. It fit into the shell of Yolanda's soft, red clay toned palm like a stone fruit plucked ripe and tempting from father's greenhouse.

all these simple tokens of my clumsy feelings, I threw them into the stone pot in the corner of the room, reserved for burning waste. On the fifth day, she sent pictures: Damine had sent an entire crate of shimmering Moonstone and Mithril jewelry, crafted by the pack's artisans. One close-up showed him carefully placing a ring on Sofia's finger. It was set with a large Moonstone and carved into the shape of a wolf's head. Looking at the picture, I walked to the wall and took down the giant oil painting depicting our three-year-old Blood Moon mating ceremony. On the canvas, I was wearing an ill-fitting Luna gown, while he stood beside me with a distant expression.

After grumbling for a while, she exited the room. Half an hour later, Wynn put on her windbreaker and left the villa. Then, she drove to one of the shops next to the streets of Riverdale. It was registered under the Wallises’ name. Wynn parked the car and got out. She put on her sunglasses and flicked her long, wavy hair. Then, she strutted into the shop. It was a shop that sold jade. “Hello, Madam, what do you need? These are our latest nephrite.”

If Carla ever found out who she really was, she would be dead for sure. All she could do was take advantage of Fallon's lingering affection to squeeze some benefits out of him for now. To Fallon, the sulking woman was like an angry kitten—adorable and pitiful. He pulled her into his arms and reached out his hand. In his palm was a hairpin shaped like an orchid, carved from a Dark and Light Emerald. It pulsed with spiritual energy, clearly a valuable aid for cultivation. "Here. This is for you. Don't be mad anymore."