Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant の小説・ストーリー

When we reached the suite, Selene was draped across a velvet sofa, a glass of dark wine in her hand. "The Ashford girl returns to the light," Selene mocked, her eyes scanning me for any sign of weakness. "Tell me, Lyra, do you find it poetic? Designing the very gems that will seal my bond to Tristan forever?" "I find it professional, Miss Voss," I said, sliding the digital tablet onto the table. "The 'Timeless Bond' requires a core of Blackmoor obsidian to channel the Alpha’s energy. It’s a volatile stone. Hard to control. Much like the bond itself, wouldn't you say?"

The divine blood buried in her marrow for a thousand years was waking up. The gland on her neck began to pulse with a frantic, independent rhythm, each beat a primordial drum. The dim pigeon-blood moonstone pendant on her necklace suddenly detonated with a scarlet radiance too fierce to look at, slamming into the dark-gold flood erupting from the Sacred Stone. Their colors clashed and merged. "Gods above—look at the King's pendant!" someone in the crowd shrieked. Cain's body went rigid. His fingers, still curled around his sword hilt, trembled violently. He knew this red light. When his dying mother ripped that pendant from the old Lycan King's neck, the moonstone had blazed with the same bl

It smelled of wet earth and ancient things. "Amara, the stone!" Femi shouted. I looked down. The moonstone was turning into obsidian. The symbol of the three doors was being replaced by a single, vertical line. A slit. Like the eye of a hawk. The Widow takes the light, a voice echoed in my head. It was Adaeze, but she sounded terrified. The Orphan takes the dark. You cannot heal what is gone, Amara. You can only hunt the one who stole it.

A night where reputations were made, alliances sealed, and secrets buried—or unearthed. Marlene stood near the grand staircase in a midnight-blue gown that hugged her like a second skin, hair swept up with diamonds glinting at her throat. Ethan was beside her, sharp in all black, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back. Ruby had come with them—pale but smiling, insisting she felt better. Dre hovered nearby, scanning the crowd like always. Across the room, the Blackwood brothers held court—Caspian cool and commanding, Thane networking, Miguel and Liam laughing with sponsors, Hans fresh off a match win and surrounded by admirers.

“You think this is a game? The robes are already made for the Sacred Moon Temple! The Mooncrest Artisan Hall has spent months preparing the silver gifts!” “I know,” I say. I reach into my heavy leather coat pocket. My strong, calloused fingers feel something cold. It is the silver band Rham left behind. The massive moonstone glows sharply in the firelight. I hold it up between us. Lamia stops breathing. Her chest stops moving up and down. She looks at the ring, then she looks up into my dark, intense eyes. “This is crazy,” she mumbles.

I looked up at Elias again and he smiled. “The metal is platinum, and the two stones are moonstone and obsidian,” he said. “This was my sisters and the official crest of the Crescent Dawn pack, the pack I grew up in.” I looked up at him in concern. This wasn’t just a pretty piece of jewellery, this was a major significant piece. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “But I couldn’t wear it, it’s so important to you,” and he smiled “Not as important as you,” he said and took the pendant, which was attached to a delicate chain, from the box and held it open to place around my neck.

The moonstone flared brighter, its light spilling across the chamber like a rising sun. Caelum unleashed a torrent of dark magic, the tendrils converging on Zoe with deadly intent. But she stood firm, the moonstone’s light forming a shield around her, repelling the attack. The magic collided with a deafening roar, the force sending shockwaves through the chamber. Zoe felt the connection then - a thread of energy that tied her to the moonstone, to Nila, to the goddesses themselves. She closed her eyes, letting the power flow through her, embracing it fully for the first time.

Harley demanded, testing one of the barriers with his hand only to jerk back as if shocked. Maison moved to my side, his expression grave. "The Stone is forcing our hand." Uncle Mateo approached the massive moonstone pillar, studying the patterns flowing across its surface. "The ritual requires both Graystone heirs and Diamond blood," he said slowly. "It's a protection spell meant to shield the territories from outside threats." "Like Nightshade," Jacob added, understanding dawning on his face. Vivian stepped forward, her aristocratic features set with determination. "If we complete the ritual tonight, Nightshade will lose her advantage. The ley lines will be sealed against her influence."

"Sera, wait. This is only temporary." "Of course." I didn't look back. "Everything's temporary. Our ceremony, our vows, even our mate bond. All very… temporary." I went into my bedroom and locked the door, ignoring Kaelen calling my name from the other side. I went straight to the wardrobe, pulled open the bottom drawer, and took out a small wooden box. Inside was an ancient moonstone amulet – the key to the Moon Eclipse Unbinding ritual. Outside, the full moon hung high in the sky, coldly watching all the betrayal and pain below.

The carvings shifted, forming a symbol — a circle split in half, one side flame, one side moon. Revan stared at it. “That’s the mark of the first covenant.” “What covenant?” I asked. “The one that created the packs,” he said. “And the one that destroyed them.” The light grew brighter. The ground beneath us trembled again. Jordan grabbed my arm. “Lora, step back.” But I couldn’t move. The stone was pulling me closer. The voice inside me whispered again, louder this time. “The truth sleeps beneath. Wake it, and you will see what must end.”