Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant Novels & Stories

“Then we’ll fight it. Whatever it takes.” Quincy’s sharp eyes fixed on me, his expression unreadable. “There’s more. The moonstone—they’ll use it to bind Rook’s fate to the ritual. If they succeed, not only will they awaken the Alpha of Shadows, but the stone will tether that power to you as well.” I froze, the words sinking in like stones. “What do you mean, tether it to me?” “The moonstone isn’t just a relic of power,” Quincy explained. “It’s a conduit. The cult has been waiting for someone with your strength, your bloodline, to complete the ritual. If they succeed, you won’t just lose Rook—you’ll lose yourself.”

The only one we have not gotten near has to be Vincent, but once his guards are eliminated, his head will be ours. We were slowly circling them at the perimeter and they had no way of realizing it. I smiled at our small accomplishments thus far. I stood up from the bed just as Swan came in. "Tavi, take this," Swan said breaking my concentration. "No one knocks anymore," I chuckled. “Yeah, yeah,” she said waving me off. "It's beautiful. What is it?" I asked looking down at a beautiful stone wrapped in wiring. "It's an amethyst moonstone. Alpha Queen Lenora was gifted this stone from the Goddess herself. Some would say she extracted her wolf's potential from it. I'm not entirely certain of wha

“You’ll need the obsidian stone. It lies in the crypt where Volodymir sleeps. That stone carries his binding. Take it to wherever Dragomir is. Then bless it with the blood of three he sired.” His gaze hardened. “Once that is done, recite these words: By blood that made us, by bond that chains us, We unweave the thread, we sever the crown. Return to dust, return to silence, Until the last of us has fallen down.” The words echoed in the lounge, thick, heavy, ancient. “And Dragomir’s blood must fall on the stone as well,” Raymond finished. “Without it, the ritual fails.” A shadow moved across my father’s face. “That… will be the hardest part.”

Then Nyra and Selene stood face to face beneath the violet sky, hearts pounding in synchrony. The violet sky deepened to bruised indigo as Nyra and Selene stood within the shrine’s obsidian ring. Their daughters nestled in Kaelia’s arms blinked sleepily; Ryker and Caelum formed a solemn circle around the twins, their blades lowered in reverence. The moon’s waning crescent glimmered overhead, a silent witness to the covenant about to unfold. Selene reached into her cloak and produced a small silver mirror, its frame etched with twin crescent moons. She held it between them. “Mirror of the Moonborn,” she intoned softly; “reflect our truth. Bind our essence into one.”

Maya's words carry clearly in the chamber's acoustics, each syllable driving another nail into the coffin of our relationship: "It's done. When the moon rejects her, the spell will drain whatever power remains." The bloodstone isn't just a mystical artifact—it's a trap, designed to siphon away my abilities if the ceremony goes wrong, leaving me powerless and vulnerable to whatever fate the Elders have planned. The Elder Seamstress nods with satisfaction, her gnarled fingers closing around the stone as she whispers incantations in the old tongue, weaving the spell that will activate the moment my connection to the moon goddess falters. I watch from the shadows as the two women who should have

The air was crisp, cold in the way only nights after a heavy rain can be — as if the earth itself was holding its breath, waiting for a verdict older than time. At the center of this clearing sat the Moonstone. Smooth and pale, it rested atop a stone pedestal carved with runes older than the oldest witch in our coven. The stone pulsed faintly, as if breathing — glowing softly in response to the ritual about to unfold. This was no ordinary trial. This was divine judgment.

Adam studied me for a moment before squaring his shoulders as if he had made a decision on something I wasn’t privy to. “Lizzy, Nathanial Devereaux isn’t your father. He’s ours, but your father is Alpha Lucas Montgomery of the Dark Moon pack.” The ground beneath me swayed, and I plopped to the ground, trying to get a handle on the spinning world around me. “I don’t believe you.” I whispered.

"The Enchanting Howling Stone is a smooth, moonstone-like stone imbued with powerful enchantments, when held and activated, the stone resonates with your dormant wolf side. Do you understand?" "Yeah, will this take long?" I ask, and she laughs. "Get in the circle, Alexandru will be here all through in case a part of you fight and try to slaughter us all." "Mom, come on." He says, and she laugh. I get into the candle circle, and Lola lays down the Amulet and Stone beside me, they hold eachother's hand and begin. "Under the veil of the night's embrace, We gather in a sacred place, With hearts and minds open wide,

Yet he had been there for Cole when his parents died of the wolf mutations. I step into the center of the chamber. Mortius does not blink. “Place your hand on the Moonstone.” A slab of pale rock sits before the dais, carved with the crescent mark of the Moon. Ancient. Cold. Unforgiving. I press my palm against it. The chill bites into my skin. It is freezing. It burns. “Swear by the Moon that every word you speak shall be truth.” The Moon oath. You can refuse to speak.

Lilith’s wraiths circled the palace like vultures, and Kael stood at the center of the moonstone dais with a goblet in his hand. “Drink,” he commanded me, holding it out. “Swear your loyalty to me before the night ends.” My fingers curled around the goblet, trembling. Inside was the Crimson Pack, an ancient binding magic that would tether me to him in body, soul, and power. I could never love Damon again if I drank. Never choose my own fate. Lilith watched from her black throne, eyes glowing like dying stars. “She hesitates.” “She obeys,” Kael said through gritted teeth.