Yellow Gem Steven Universe Novels & Stories

"I learned my lesson now. It's not just enough for us to know a bit about magic, we should also equip ourselves. So that even we had our mana depleted in a battle, we still have another chance of survival." "I certainly agree to you this time, Allan...." Said Steve as he looked around the weaponry shop. From the current looks of it, he was also considering buying a weapon for his disposal. His eyes lit up when it set upon a sword. It had a simple-looking gem with the color of amethyst as big as a coin, embedded in its hilt. Aside from that, there were no other fancy designs on the sword. When it comes to aesthetic value, it appears to be severely lacking as compared to other swords displayed

I echoed, my mind racing back to Liam getting aroused with her not long ago, her fingers roaming over his shaft like she controlled him. “Yeah, Ava, just like that, in a flash,” Steve confirmed, his voice barely above a hush. “And here’s the kicker—he handed her full access to the gold.” “The gold?” I said again, my pulse quickening. I’d once protected the pack’s hidden gold mine before getting involved with Liam, so I grasped the gravity of that. “Exactly, the gold,” he affirmed. “She’s got him twisted around her little finger, like he’s her marionette.”

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

"What? You heard him. He said he's immortal, you can't kill an immortal being" She reaches into her bag and takes out a golden gem which has black stripes all over it. "What is that?" I ask and she grins. "It's called the tiger gem. Azeroth is built on illusions. This will help differentiate what's real and what's fake. It will also help us figure out the guardian's weak point. When we figure that out, we can kill him and take the seal of Solomon. When we finally kill him, a door leading back to our world will open and we will be back in the palace before you know it"

But Steven just laughed. He brought Clara back to stand in front of him and gripped her arm tightly, causing her pain. “Listen to me Kitten, I forgive you tonight for not wearing the lingerie I gave you in the damn closet, but not tomorrow night, and one more thing, if you ask for a job? So this is your job, serve me for the rest of your life," Steven said and his eyes which were originally black turned into emerald green, shining and very beautiful, as if hypnotizing Clara in front of him.

boy himself. Kaelen didn't look at the horizon. He was looking at his own palm. A single, silver-glass needle was appearing in his hand—the same one the Architects had used. But it wasn't white. It was turning a solid, glowing "Genesis Gold." "Mama... Dada..." Kaelen whispered, his eyes turning a solid, glowing "Unmapped" violet. He didn't look at them with love or hate. He looked at them with the look of someone who had just seen the "Next Book."

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

I shook my head and simply glanced at Steven, looked around and looked for what Zellor was saying that he and Gabriel looked alike. Steven has deep set of brown eyes, aristocratic nose which he inherited from Papa, sharp and chiseled jawline covered with stubbles and naturally red lips suited for a perfect gentleman. Actually, he has all the hard features, fit body, muscles and all, except for his eyes which are the only gentle part of his body and the one I like the most.

It was still a top-level secret, passed around only within tight, controlled groups—but anyone who'd been paying attention still caught wind of it. … At the Solberg Residence… Stefan usually didn't get home until after seven because of work. But that day, he burst in at 4 p.m., so frantic that Cynthia could only stare at him in shock. "What happened? Why are you home so early?" "Something big just happened! Word from Mr. Solomon's side is that the drakeblood gemstone in his possession turned out to be fake!" "What?" Cynthia swayed, like the news might knock her off her feet. Tears sprang to her eyes as she shouted, "Doesn't that mean Evan is in danger? Why are you just standing there? Do som

My hands trembled just slightly as I held it. He crouched to scan the shelves. “Here.” The box was there, tucked neatly among others, marked with a familiar supplier label: GemEssence Suppliers — Fragile: Precious Stones. Ryan and I exchanged a look before he pulled out his multitool and slit the tape open. Inside, layer after layer of packing foam. Then, glittering in plastic cases, the gems. Blood-red rubies, green as forest glass emeralds, and deep, dreamlike blue sapphires. Each stone perfect, untouched.