Moonstone Cassandra Novels & Stories

A thought came to her, what if father ran thinking he was going to be prosecuted with Marcella then he was a coward. Cassie let it go for now she had other thing on her mind. It was to dark to go down in the pits today and Jacob and Norman had come up. They had found more coins and broken dishes. The necklace Cassie found had the chain almost completed out of the rock and clay but what was on the chain still needed to be reviled. Cassie worked on it after dinner for a while. She had uncovered part of a gem that was on the chain but went slow not to cause damage to it. She wiped what she had exposed as Nathan watched with warm water and a cloth to remove some light clay. As the clay came off

*** "She’s a rogue," Caroline was saying, her voice clipped with annoyance, as if the very topic exhausted her. "She’s Moonstone," I corrected, sipping my whiskey. "Try again." Cassandra leaned against my desk, arms crossed, her gaze careful and assessing. "She wasn’t always." “Actually, she was,” I said, my voice level. “Even when she was running with the rogues she was still the Moonstone Princess. She just didn’t know it.”

It bends on impact, swinging right off its hinges and landing on the floor with a loud clang. Cassandra is indeed inside with Monica, as well as the rest of the store staff. One of them had their uniforms stolen and worn by Cassandra, who is staring at me in complete shock right now as she kneels beside Monica. Monica who’s not moving. She’s lying down on the floor, her face speckled with fine glittery white dust. Moondust, the very potent powder that witches in Terra Lycaon use to knock anyone out. Even Wolves can die from it if used excessively.

"You've done a great service to our pack." I smiled, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment. But as I looked at the stone, I knew that our journey was far from over. "Cassian, what do you know about this stone?" I asked, holding it out to him. Cassian's expression turned serious, and he took the stone from me, his eyes fixed intently on it. "This is a Moonstone," he said, his voice low and reverent. "It's a powerful artifact, one that holds the key to our pack's survival."

” “That is the relic you must use. Do not touch Cassian took the lead, stepping into the passage. Elidra followed. The air inside was dead and cold. The passage opened into a small, round chamber. In the center, on a plain stone pedestal, sat three objects.On the left, a simple silver ring. On the right, a dagger made of one piece of black stone. And in the middle, a small, perfectly round moonstone, pale and milky, resting on dark velvet. “The first thing I see, ” Elidra whispered. Her eyes went to the moonstone. It seemed to call to her, to the White Wolf inside. She reached for it. “Wait, ” Cassian said, his voice tight. He was looking at the ring. “I have seen that before. In a painting

"I need to gather some rare herbs and new medicine ingredients for my clinic. My stock is low after all the... excitement." "Are you sure you don't need an escort?" Travis asked. "The borders can be tricky." Cassandra laughed, a genuine sound. "I’m a Silverstone wolf and a doctor. I can handle myself. Besides, I need the quiet." She turned to Aubrey and gave a small, respectful nod. "See you in two weeks, Luna." "Take care, Cassandra," Aubrey said with a smile. Cassandra turned and walked toward the Silverstone garage, where the fleet of pack vehicles was kept. The Master of Keys, the wolf in charge of the garage and the pack's transport, bowed as she approached. He handed her the keys to a

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.

He leaned down to whisper in my ear. "I'm fine," I replied. How did I go about explaining that his people seemed to hate me? We got to the end of the small settlement, where a large house stood. Alexander suddenly grabbed my waist and set me down from the horse gently, then he followed suit and came down. "Welcome to the Moon Stone pack." Alexander murmured, his eyes on me, and I forced a smile. I certainly didn't feel welcome.

My soft, quiet laugh cuts straight through Tessa’s screeching. Every eye in the room snaps to where I stand. I reach up with my thick, manicured fingers, lifting the glowing pendant resting against my collarbone. A massive, raw green moonstone glimmers under the crystal chandeliers, sparkling like an ancient forest under a full moon. My voice rings out, clear and icy, reaching every sharp wolf-ear in the building. "On my collarbone rests something she craves but lacks the bloodline to wear. She isn't strong enough to take it from a true Calloway, so naturally, her only option was to try and break it."

"How about we go to our room and rest for a bit? Or would you rather go for a run to let out some steam?" Drake nodded. He didn't care where they went, as long as it was away from this place. Drake paused when he noticed that Talia's attention was behind him. Drake turned to see Cassandra clearing the rubble with her bare hands. "Ha!" Cassandra exclaimed victoriously, and then she returned with the necklace in her hand. "It didn't blow up?" Yasmin asked. Considering the explosion and the damage, it was unbelievable that the necklace was only dusty. Cassandra bobbed her head. "Relics are resilient. I tried on them spells, abilities, and physically smashing them. I couldn't make a scratch."