Dark Moonstone Of The Covenant Novels & Stories

He still held himself with the straight-backed precision of a man who believed in systems more than gods. Above them, hovering just outside the old circle’s high point, a Tribunal drone recorded everything. Its lens blinked red. A second, smaller device—Kieran’s—rode its blind spot, piggybacking the signal. Elowen saw all of that in a series of quick impressions as they approached. She also felt the ground. The moonstone wasn’t just a piece of rock; it was an old focus, layered with centuries of pack rites, oaths sworn, blood spilled, and buried. Power hummed faintly under her boots, different from Lunaris silver—older, more feral, less refined.

The air carried tender moss bud, resinous pine needles, and the fore-scent of ceremonial incense. “This drape is too dense,” I said softly to the nearest decorator, a young lycan female. “It won’t let the moonlight through. Replace it with a sheer veil. The rite must be seen… not only heard.” She nodded and darted off. At the center, before the glowing stone dais, the throne awaited—not the usual royal seat, but the ancient Moonlight Throne: carved gray moonstone veined in silver, which glows at the full. Before it, on its own plinth, the Moonlight Crown hovered: an openwork silver crescent set with luminous, ensorcelled moon-crystals. Not a jewel. A legacy.

Vivian’s eyes widened, cautious but curious, as he leaned forward to take his, and Korina’s hand brushed mine before she closed her fingers around the amulet. “Moon Stone,” I explained quietly, trying to keep my voice steady, “they’re supposed to channel the Moon’s energy. I’ve imbued them with healing power, so your wolves will be stronger when you carry them. Maybe not immediately, but over time… it’ll settle into you.” I paused and looked from one to the other. “I wanted you both to have that strength. I know it not much, but as a healer…it’s all I could give you.” Vivian’s lips parted like he wanted to say something but couldn’t, and Korina was already staring at the stone with a mixture

"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

Surrounding it were intricate carvings and markings that seemed to shift and shimmer as the light touched them. “This is the Aether Stone,” Damon said, his voice reverent. “It’s a relic from a time long before the Order. It holds immense power, but using it comes at a cost.” Hazel approached the crystal, feeling its energy thrumming in the air. “What kind of cost?” Damon’s expression darkened. “The stone requires a sacrifice to awaken its full potential. A life for its power.” Hazel’s breath caught. “You’re not seriously considering this, are you?”

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.