Romans & histoires Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant

BRIDGET The Moonstone pendant Velmara had given Nich was a shield. The reason he survived the day Zade ordered him to hold the Crystal, his cursed family heirloom. Gabe said that the Crystal was infused with magic so dark that no ordinary wolf could even touch it without agony, without being torn from the inside out. I hadn’t even known Zade had asked Nich to hold it until Gabe told me just now. Night had sunk into its deepest hour as Gabe and I began the climb.

The contingency group that Jax had apparently handled at the door, which I still didn't have the full account of and was going to need. I stood in the center of Moonstone Hall and looked at the wolf in thorns above the dais. The Hall smelled like cedar and old power and something new underneath both, sharp and clean, the smell of the covenant recalibrated. What it was written for, held to account. Not what it had been bent into. Cass came to stand beside me. She had the document in her hand, folded, finished. "Permanently?" I asked. "The activation was interrupted and counter-inscribed before completion," she said. "The stone is inert. The covenant is locked to the Sovereign's inscription."

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.

However, his frantic efforts to save me were not for love but to protect his ‘Eternal Rose’ from the danger she would be in if I were gone. There was a table with papers spread out on it in the secret room. I stumbled over to see a contract—’The Darkshadow Pack Trust Blood Covenant’. The pages were filled with tiny print, and the Darkshadow Pack's wolf seal was stamped in wax at the bottom. It outlined the rights to all the Moonstone mining veins stored in the Darkshadow Bank, valued at around 300 million dollars, and the ownership of three border fortresses. My throat felt tight. Those were the treasures Adam had taken from other packs over the years.

It radiated a gentle, pulsating light that seemed to mirror the beating hearts of Luna and Amelia. Amelia approached the pedestal, her hands trembling with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Luna, this is it. The Sacred Moonstone." Luna's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. The Moonstone was even more beautiful than she had imagined, glowing with a mystical energy. She could feel the power emanating from it, promising a deeper connection and protection for werewolves everywhere. As Luna reached out to touch the Moonstone, a sudden rumbling shook the chamber, causing dust to rain down from the ceiling. Startled, Luna and Amelia exchanged worried glances. The ground beneath their fee

The walls were lined with runes, each one glowing and pulsing faintly. And in the center of the circle, Rowena stood, calm as ever, her hands folded in front of her. The priestesses were already preparing the Moonstone, placing it on a pedestal between us; a glowing gem as big as a wolf’s heart, carved from crystal blessed by the first daughters of the Moon Goddess. It shimmered in soft blue light, responding to truth and blood and sacred vows. Rowena’s friends stood behind her again, silent as before. I still hadn’t figured out who they were exactly—guards? Sisters? Shadows?—but they didn’t speak, and their eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

it, Mizuki held me back. We need to wait a little longer before we can retrieve the stone. If we get it now, you won't get your wolf and we won't become full Grimlock. " She said to me, So I pulled back my hand and just happened to look up and see a hole in the roof of the chamber. I also saw moonlight coming through the hole and followed the lightbeam and found that it ended where the moonstone was. It was at that moment that I knew what I had to do. It was almost midnight and the moon was starting to phase into the great full moon. I began to walk towards the altar where the moonstone was located, and as the moon moved closer to the hole in the roof, a beam of moonlight was moving along t

“Daughter of a hidden crown. We have waited long for you.” The weight of her hidden name in their mouth struck her like a blade. Kaelen stiffened, hand instinctively on his sword. “You know me,” Serenya said slowly. “Then you also know the danger in speaking that name aloud.” The figure chuckled softly, like the flutter of wings. “Names are only dangerous when shouted in courts and council halls. Here, in the dark, they are simply truths. And truths are what we deal in.” The Covenant’s emissary produced a small vial of liquid, swirling with threads of silver. “This is Raven’s Draught. One sip binds oath to shadow. You swear upon it, and the bargain becomes unbreakable.”