Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant Novels & Stories

" The image of Nerissa walking through the outer yard with that stone in her hand and the pale gold Mark visible on her forearm moved through my mind. The way the hundred wolves from the related bloodlines looked at her. My jaw tightened. "What are you offering?" I said. Dorian reached inside his cloak and produced a small object. A ring with a gold band. Dark stone at the center with something moving inside it. Something that caught what little light existed. "Luna of Obsidian Keep," he said. "Formally with the full backing of Ashmoor Dominion and every territory allied to it." He held my eyes. "Zayden Crowe will not survive what is coming. That is not a threat. It is a scheduled outcome."

I shook my head, I might have the magic of heaven, I was still learning how I could use it. “Leave the rituals on me. The moonstone you will be placing back in the seal, it has the essence of the Moon Goddess. It will not be very difficult for us to conceal them into their pit and save our realm from darkness and chaos.” Celeste responded to Loid's questions. Yet it felt like there was a lot that she was not telling Loid and Noah.

For days, I'd been working on a stabilizing talisman—something that could help Amara control the flood of power threatening to swallow her. The main ingredient sat before me: a shard of moonstone that had been soaking in a combination of wolf's bane and elder blood. It glowed faintly with its own light. "I need something personal from you," I said, turning back to Amara. "Something that carries your essence." She reached up and plucked a piece of her hair, wincing as she did. "Will this work?" I nodded, taking the hair and wrapping it carefully around the moonstone. The stone pulsed brighter in reaction.

“We tell them everything?” I nod once. “Everything.” He stops pacing. “And what do we call this?” I look him in the eye. “A threat,” I say. “And one we’re already behind on.” *** Moonstone Hall sits like a sentinel on the hilltop, its stone walls aged with time but crowned in beauty. Set into the outer archways and lining the curved eaves are hundreds of polished moonstones glistening in soft hues of silver, lavender, pale blue, and pearly white. In the daylight, they shimmer like water touched by sunlight. But at night, under the gaze of the moon, they glow faintly from within, casting light across the courtyard. It’s said the hall was blessed by the Moon Goddess Herself, and the stones sti

He squeezed, snapping the silver dagger in two, then shoved her away and picked up the moonstone pendant again. "We'll find out what really happened in the Rogue Lands, won't we, Luna? All your little secrets... we just have to keep listening." Lilith was speechless, her face a mask of horror. Kaelan closed his eyes and poured all his remaining Alpha power into the cracked pendant. The silver light flared again, and the moonstone miraculously reassembled. Soon, everyone would hear the agonizing memories of my final days. "Little moonbeam… I'm still alive… though I don't know for how much longer…

It was like a voice whispering at the edge of her mind, promising ruin. Yoona raised her hands, whispering an incantation in a language so old it vibrated through the air like thunder beneath the skin. The runes flared and then dimmed, the wall dissolving into mist. The three of them stepped through. The chamber was vast and suffocating, lit by a dozen black candles whose flames burned blue instead of gold. At the center of the room, on a pedestal carved from obsidian, lay the Bloodstone , a jagged crystal, glowing with a sinister, pulsing red. Beside it, resting on black velvet, gleamed a silver dagger etched with runes that seemed to crawl when stared at too long.

Raven answered, her voice unwavering. “And do you, Killian Thorne, son of war and keeper of shadows, vow to uphold the sacred pact, and lead with truth?” “I do,” he said, his gaze never leaving Raven’s. As their hands met above the Moonstone, a beam of pure moonlight cascaded from the sky, illuminating them both. Their marks glowed in unison—one fiery red, the other icy silver—then merged into a single, blazing gold. Gasps rose from the crowd. The pact had been accepted.

“I promised to discharge him from the army. I did. But a boy with your blood is too valuable to leave in the slums. He is in the palace dungeons, Isolde. He will stay there to make sure you keep your end of the bargain.” I screamed in rage and lunged at him. I wanted to scratch his eyes out. I wanted to tear the stone from his face. But as I got close, the door burst open. Lady Morgana stood there. She was beautiful, but her eyes were full of venom. She held a small, glowing stone in her hand, a Truth-Seeker. "Your Majesty!" she cried, pointing the stone at me. The stone turned a bright, angry red. "I knew it! This girl is not Isadora. The stone never lies. She is a spy!"

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

She reached into a pouch at her waist and pulled out a small, translucent stone that pulsed with faint silver light. I stared at it, recognition clicking in my mind. “Moonstone.” Kaida nodded. “Nightshade warriors use it for stealth based spells. If we place it at the core of the bomb, it might be able to regulate the release of the light energy.” Darius hesitated before taking the stone and examining it closely. “It’s worth a shot.” He carefully placed the moonstone inside one of the bomb casings, sealing it shut. I placed my hands over the device, letting my magic flow through me. The runes carved on the bomb lit up while those on the scroll lifted up and wrapped around the bomb.