Novel & Cerita Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant

My heart thudded painfully against my ribs. “Why?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Why me?” He stepped closer, his shadow merging with mine as he reached into his cloak. When his hand emerged, it cradled a necklace—golden, delicate, a stone at its center that shimmered like liquid moonlight. “For you,” he said simply. The chain dangled between us, swaying like temptation itself. “It’s forged from lunar stone,” he explained. “Bound to the pulse of the moon. It will shield you from curses, from enchantments that even I cannot undo.”

Even if she wasn't the true heir, as a princess of the coven, she had to receive the family's blessing after her first birthday. I followed the crowd to the family's sacred chamber, a vast stone room carved with the likenesses of Valkyrie ancestors. At the central altar, Elder Viktor held a glittering necklace. It was the coven's greatest treasure, the "Tear of Night," a massive black diamond cradled by a silver chain, radiating a dark power. "Today, we witness the Blood Moon Christening of the princess, Aria," Viktor's voice echoed through the chamber. "And we also bless the lady Liliana, who will soon be our queen."

It was crafted of dark, smoky iron, set with a single, teardrop-shaped moonstone that glowed with a soft inner light. I knew this bracelet. I’d seen it years ago at a clandestine auction in the Midnight Bazaar. I’d longed for it, but the price was a fantasy. My fingers closed around the cool metal. Perhaps… perhaps marrying Kaelan Nocturne wouldn’t be a death sentence after all.

If I moved quickly, if I formalized the Covenant properly this time and placed Vivienne’s name in the Registry myself, perhaps the damage could still be contained. Contained. As if betrayal were a leak in a wall. I ordered the paperwork completed immediately. I would sign it with my own blood if necessary. I instructed the treasury to secure the lunar eclipse diamond she had once admired at auction, a relic that surfaced only once every thousand years when shadow swallowed the sun. I would place it around her throat alongside a legitimate Covenant writ. When I found her, I would explain. I would admit delay, misjudgment, political caution—anything but intention.

"Getting in was the hard part. The Falls, the blood seal, the Golem. The Vault assumes that anyone who makes it this far is worthy." I placed my hands on the box. It was warm to the touch. I lifted the lid. Inside, resting on black velvet, was a gemstone the size of a fist. It was ruby red, faceted perfectly. But inside the stone, something seemed to move. A liquid, swirling darkness. It pulsed like a living organ. The Crimson Heart. The legendary amplifier stone capable of enslaving a continent. "We have it," I said, closing the lid and latching it. "Ashren, carry it. Do not touch the stone directly. It feeds on skin contact."

"But promise me that it will not be for long no matter what happens." "Agreed," Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance's head and chanted, "Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach." The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance's eyes. "It is done." She took a deep breath. "I need a Bloodstone."

“But promise me that it will not be for long … no matter what happens.” “Agreed,” Lance said, his muscular arms flexing under his shirt from the tension. Raven placed her hands on the side of Lance’s head and chanted, “Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach. Rambshia carnsia irashia benach.” The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, then went completely out, but came back on a moment later. Raven looked directly into Lance’s eyes. “It is done.” She took a deep breath. “I need a Bloodstone.”

I kissed her, longer loving her lips on mine. My hands trembled slightly as I slipped the ring onto her finger. Through our bond, Rose felt my overwhelming joy and love. I cupped her face and kissed her while their son danced around cheering. "The moonstone," he explained, "is from pack lands, blessed by our elders. The diamonds represent our family – you, me, Alexander, and Emma. When the moonlight hits it..." I guided her hand into a shaft of fading sunlight, and the stone seemed to come alive, shimmering with supernatural energy that made both our wolves stir with recognition.

Creasing my brow I glared at him. “Do you know anything about black moonstone by chance?” I asked him and noticed that I had also gained Kirill’s attention. Glancing between us Lennox nodded slowly. “The Moon Council has one and it's rare and said to hold special qualities of which I'm unfamiliar with,” he stated hesitantly. Feeling like he knew more I gave him a pleading look and begged for him to spill it. “It can cure curses or inflict them with the right spell,” he huffed and I looked at Kirill with concern.

I am not going to die today. Xiao gestures to the unremarkable looking cabochon in the pendant. “The assassin who took your hand had some in a bracelet. I think it’s fair to assume that this is what they’re using to change.” I shake my head. “Moonstone is a pretty common gem, isn’t it? I’ve never heard of it doing… this.” “Maybe that’s why we never heard of it,” Nathan muses. “If we knew, perhaps we wouldn’t need the thralls and their rituals.”