Moonstone Novels & Stories

Be it clothing, shoes, jewelry… She loved luxury and never paid any attention to simple things so I doubt that she’d want something like this. What confused me when I first laid eyes on it was the little stone that the platinum tension holds in the middle. Nadia’s birthstone is diamond, everybody knows that because she loves everything diamond. Now that I get to study the ring further, although the yellow light might influence my judgment, I could never be wrong. It appears semi-transparent yet glows blue close to silver adularescence when tilted against the light; this is a moonstone, my birthstone. Well, men never really paid that much attention to such deta

The moment the lids were lifted, even my highly critical adoptive mother gasped. There was a ceremonial mating gown woven from premium fabrics, a veil adorned with deep-sea pearls, and a Luna crown sculpted from pure moonstone. Beneath those lay countless jewels, trade agreements, and resource deeds. Every single item was of immeasurable wealth. Theodore's smile stretched practically from ear to ear. "The Northern Alpha actually sent this much?" "Good heavens, this is far more lavish than the gifts the Black Rock Pack prepared for their Luna!" Sophia instantly changed her tune, affectionately grabbing my hand.

"That's the ultimate mating gift among werewolves! The only one in the world! Moonstone meteorite is a thousand times rarer than diamonds, and the core was the size of a fist! You'll probably never even see one in your lifetime." Then, Jenna froze. Her eyes locked on my chest. All the color drained from her face. "What… what is that?" she stammered, her finger trembling as she pointed at me. Everyone followed her gaze to my chest. At the collar of my simple white shirt, a delicate platinum chain was barely visible. On it hung a fist-sized pendant, glowing with a faint, silvery-blue light. It was the unique glow of a moonstone me

Like the air itself has drawn a breath and decided not to release it. At Mortius’s signal, two attendants step forward. Each carries a shallow bronze bowl. One filled with a fine, pale ash that glimmers faintly under the light. The other… crushed stone. Moonstone, if the faint sheen is anything to go by. The noise in the room dulls, like it’s been pushed behind glass. The room falls completely silent. So much that if a pin were to be dropped at this exact moment, the entire hall would hear it hit the floor.

When it caught the light from the window, the luminescence was as though it had been spun from the moonlight itself. And then—there was the jewelry. Regaleon’s gift. The delicate silver chain rested against her skin, almost whisper-thin, cool and smooth when it touched her collar bone. At its centre hung a single teardrop-shaped moonstone, pale and softly glowing. On her soft lobes were matching moonstone earrings that brushed against her neck when she turned her head, their weight subtle. A bracelet also circled her wrist, glittering with the smug ring that sat on her wrist.

When he opened it, the gentle glow of a moonstone spilled out, illuminating the utter tenderness in his eyes. "Happy sixth anniversary, my Luna," he murmured. "The main stone is carved from moonstone mined from the Northlight Sacred Mines. There's only one like it in the world. Do you like it?" I smiled dryly, trying to look touched like I always did, but I couldn't. I lowered my head and let my hair hide my face. "Thanks… Put it on me?" Troy leaned over to fasten the necklace around my neck, but I caught a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on the inside of his collar. It stung like a blinding light.

It was not recognition that startled but recognition that waited. “Welcome,” she said calmly. “Please take your time.” I did not look at Julian. I did not look at Weston. I walked straight to the display case at the center of the room. There they were. My breath left me in a way I couldn’t control. They were small and unassuming. A pair of earrings set against dark velvet, silver filigree shaped like delicate leaves, a single pale stone at the center of each. Moonstone. Adrian had always said it caught light the way truth did, quietly and honestly.

My heart thudded painfully against my ribs. “Why?” I asked, my voice breaking. “Why me?” He stepped closer, his shadow merging with mine as he reached into his cloak. When his hand emerged, it cradled a necklace—golden, delicate, a stone at its center that shimmered like liquid moonlight. “For you,” he said simply. The chain dangled between us, swaying like temptation itself. “It’s forged from lunar stone,” he explained. “Bound to the pulse of the moon. It will shield you from curses, from enchantments that even I cannot undo.”

Once we were there, I sat down on a seat, and he settled down on a chair a few feet away, his gaze pinned on me. "What?" I scowled. "Are you really just going to stare at me all day?" He ignored my question, and I gripped my hair in frustration, placing the book on the table. Muttering under my breath in irritation, I flipped over the pages until I found info on the moonstone. According to the book, it was a round stone which contained power whose main source was the undying moon goddess. Apparently, it had the power to heal and destroy. It made sense that it was the only thing that could end Alpha Daxton's miserable life.

I blinked, surprised, “Wait for what?” He opened the box and nestled inside, glittering under the soft yellow light, was the most exquisite necklace I’d ever seen. A delicate chain of pure platinum, holding a single pendant shaped like a crescent moon encrusted with tiny diamonds. In the center of the crescent sat a deep blue sapphire, shaped like a teardrop. “This.” He said reverently, “Is the Nightshade Jewel.