Wof Carnelian Novels & Stories

It would be more than enough to outshine Zenith. “Oh... Very well.” Marlowe immediately took out several rings and introduced them proudly. “Wolf King, this sapphire ring is called the ‘Heart of the Ocean’. It was crafted by a renowned jeweler from Tartan and is worth 150 million. It symbolizes love as vast and boundless as the ocean which is never-ending and bottomless. “This ruby ring is called...” Andrius examined each of them carefully. In his impression, Luna liked pink. Thus, his gaze fell on one of the pink rings which had a large gemstone on it.

"I told you it was poisonous, Stanley. You shouldn't wear it anymore." "Why? I do not understand! I wore it all the time. ”I whined like a little child. The same sadness when I lost her for the first time began to overwhelm me and make my eyes water. Karis raised the necklace in the sun, making the light reflect on the dark stone, which shows shades of red and purple. "You see these purple rocks, it's a crystallized wolf plague," he explained. "Well ...?" I said, raising my eyebrows, expecting more details.

The auction this time had so much to offer. Her attention was drawn to the stage outside the curtain. After the blonde beauty sent down an auction item, she shouted passionately, "The following items are crystals produced in the Gulf of New Guinia. Their purity is, of course, guaranteed. The feature item of this batch of crystals is our main lot in this auction, a ten-carat pink diamond with an IF purity level—it is flawless."

“We have a bigger problem than just your wolves. These criminals are up to something major. All these items consist of great power.” “Has anything gone amiss in your pack, Wolverson?” Ophelia inquired in a low tone so as not to offend me. A quick exchange between me and Duke provided my answer, “No. However, it does not mean that they will graciously pass me by unless I don’t have anything that they want.” “The Coyolxāuhqui stone of your moon goddess is one relic that would attract these thieves.” Ophelia sharply emphasized, “So I would guard it carefully, if I were you, Wolf King.”

Nolan growled, stepping closer to me. Lena's eyes glittered with satisfaction, like she'd gotten exactly the reaction she wanted. "Keep telling yourself that." She glanced at me one last time, her expression softening into something almost genuine. "Be careful who you trust, little omega. Not everyone's intentions are as noble as they seem." "That's enough," Nolan growled, stepping closer to Lena. His eyes flashed gold, and for a split second, I could have sworn I saw something shift beneath his skin—something wild and barely contained.

The thought was laughable. I raised my voice. "First of all, the diamond you took is worth fifty million. It's a rare vivid purplish-pink stone. This Hello Kitty ring is a padparadscha sapphire, barely three carats, poorly cut, worth at most a few ten thousands. Owen, I don't care for your worthless stone. You will compensate me with the original diamond—intact." Seraphine's eyes narrowed. She leaned toward Owen and whispered something. His face darkened with fury. "Rachel, don't mistake my kindness for weakness!"

she said, “is the current frontrunner. Tiara Concept: Safira – The Bloom of Chosen Blood.” She stepped aside, letting the design speak for itself. “Centerpiece: a carved red carnation. Its petals are ruffled like flamenco skirts mid-spin. The resin shifts from deep crimson to ember-like burgundy—glowing with emotional intensity. The bloom rises just above the band, like a heart refusing to bow.” A hush fell over the room. “The carnation stays at the heart of the piece, but now it blooms against swirling silver scrollwork. Its fire is tempered by icy pavé-set diamonds tracing the band. The contrast is striking—passion framed by restraint, tradition pierced by clarity.”

The gemstones, carefully designed into exquisite cuts and shapes, glimmered like captured fragments of nature's most vibrant hues. At the center of the necklace, a large emerald pendant adorned with intricate engravings caught her attention. The stone, shaped like a big wolfberry, possessed a mesmerizing depth that seemed to draw in the surrounding light. Its rich green hues, ranging from the vibrant shades of new growth to the deep tones of ancient forests, held within them the promise of growth, renewal, and the enduring strength of love.

Cordelia showed Oliver to the meeting room. The gathered people at the door were gloating. “Ms. Carmichael just wanted Mr. Jones to say that Cordelia’s ring is made of green glass. Who knew it was an authentic emerald? She even got the client in the end!” someone whispered cheerily. “I suppose she suffered a double loss?” “Pfft! More like penny-wise but pound-foolish!” “Haha!” Karine stood where she was, frozen. Her mind was empty, and she shook from rage.

"I’ve seen their scouts." "Then you know they’re closing in." Kaelen turned to face me. He reached into his shirt and pulled out a small, heavy pendant on a dark silver chain. It was a black wolf carved from obsidian, its eyes two tiny, glittering rubies. He stepped closer, his scent of sandalwood and rain wrapping around me. He moved behind me, his fingers brushing the back of my neck as he fastened the chain. The touch sent a jolt of pure electricity through my spine.