Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant Novels & Stories

"It means cruelty, hatred, and betrayal. It means a ruler who will lead the pack to destruction. Kael Blackthorn, you are not worthy to be Alpha." Kael stared at the black moonstone, his eyes wide with horror. "No," he repeated. "That's a lie! You cursed it again!" "Silence!" I said. "Elias Voss, step forward." Elias walked forward, his head held high. He pricked his fingertip with a silver dagger and let a drop of blood fall onto the moonstone. The blackness vanished. The moonstone flared to life, glowing with a brilliant, pure silver light. The light was so bright it filled the entire hall, so warm it chased away the cold.

As I passed him, his eyes narrowed, his smug smile faltering slightly at the absolute lack of fear on my face. I stopped in front of the pedestal. The Moonstone was a jagged, raw crystal, pulsing with an eerie, blinding white light that made the hairs on my arms stand on end. The air around it was thick with ancient, oppressive power. “Elena of the Northern Wilds,” Councilman Vance intoned, stepping up to the edge of the dais, his heavy silver staff resting between his hands. “Place your right hand flat upon the sacred stone. State your loyalty to King Dominic and the realm. If your heart is pure, the stone shall remain white. If you harbor deceit, your life is forfeit.”

He asks, irritation in his voice. "Of course, your grace" one of the coven elders says. The coven elders take off their amulets and lift them up above their heads. Hera begins to chant a spell and the amulets begin to glow a bright red. Talon picks up an engraved dagger and draws a rune on Zeron's palm with the dagger. Then he does the same to me while I hiss in pain, watching blood ooze out of the wound. Talon hands a gold pyramid-shaped object to Zeron and Zeron holds out his free hand to me. Without hesitance, I place my hand in his and he places my hand over the engraved golden pyramid. A burst of crimson light shoots out from beneath the pyramid and moves outside, towards the blood moon

He looked at me, smiling, "Because they were chosen. They were worthy of the powers shown to them. And so, our Goddess gifted them with it. Your ancestors were all Alphas. All nine of them. The first eight, now bearing the gift of the Moon Goddess, took their revenge and restored peace to our world." "Blue moonstone; for water, agility, and strength. Only three of these stones come in a variety of shades: Blue, Grey and Purple. Light blue stone; you have the command of the seas. Darker in shade, it was rumoured that you can render your enemies weak and devoid them of their strength by absorbing it into your body." "I kinda like that." Gabe and Seth murmured. "White; for healing abilities, in

I answered. “I would use that ability and pay close attention to her scent. Since she is a dark angel, it is possible that your pup could be a rare metallic angel. It is written that the only other two documented dark angels gave birth to children that bore powers associated with metals. One was said to have wings that were golden in color and that the child was able to control all things made from gold. The other child was said to have wings that were dark grey but then faded to silver at the tips. This child could control multiple different metals.” Eivor explained.

“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