Moonstone Novels & Stories

I could see the worry in her eyes which meant she had no option but to help me. “Okay, I will.” She replied grumpily. “I need a map and a detailed description of the moonstone.” My father stood up immediately to find a map, while I described what the moonstone looked like to her. “The moonstone is an oval-shaped stone about the size of a man’s fist. It has a deep blue color with flecks of silver.” She listened attentively and nodded her head as we waited for my father to return. After a few seconds, he came back with a map and placed it on the table.

My jaw dropped as I looked carefully at the image of the stone. The same stone, encased in my mother's locket, was not just a beautiful gem; it was a legendary artifact with mystical properties. The Arctic stone, described in the book as a legendary gem, possessed mystical properties. It could grant unparalleled power to its possessor, but the condition was as extraordinary as the stone itself – a single drop of essence from every existing supernatural species. The revelation left me breathless, my mind swirling with questions about my mother's possession.

Louisa's POV "Is that a..." "Amazing, right? You just can't take your eyes off it." I looked at the image in the catalog. It was a headless statue made of precious moonstone. Decades ago, Alpha Shay from the Aberrant Canines sent seven maidens to blast the entire Kanz Mountain into an ocean of fire. From that one, the moonstone mines were sealed permanently, which was why moonstones were really scarce and precious. "But it's broken. Where's the head?" I asked.

Mum asks, looking from Ares to Mummo, and to Vaari again, when Osric moves behind her, sensing she is worried. "There are two sets of stone bowls that flow into one another I believe one set is black labradorite, in the right light it flares red. The other is rainbow moonstone otherwise known as white labradorite, and flares blue and purple. I think I heard Deborah call it labradorescence when she was showed Benjamin her pentad," Ares explains, stepping away from cooking, as one of their kitchen helpers takes over.

But despite the challenges, their determination never wavered. Finally, after a long and perilous journey, they stumbled upon a hidden glade bathed in the silvery light of the moon. In the center of the glade stood a majestic oak tree, its branches reaching toward the heavens. Nestled within its gnarled roots lay the Moonstone, pulsating with an otherworldly glow. With trembling hands, Gabriel lifted the Moonstone, its power coursing through him. He turned to Alexander, his eyes filled with hope, and with a gentle touch, he placed the amulet around his friend's neck.

She could hear the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears as she stepped outside into the cool night air. The moonstone was truly a thing of beauty. It shimmered and sparkled in the moonlight, casting a radiant glow all around. It was a perfect sphere, about the size of a golf ball, and its surface was smooth and flawless. Lucy held the stone up to the light, admiring the way it caught the moon's rays and reflected them back with an ethereal, otherworldly glow.

I took the box, opened it, and had to almost stop myself from screaming in shock the moment my eyes landed on the object inside the box. “A m- moonstone necklace?” I whispered, and then looked up to him to confirm. Moonstone were rare. And I mean EXTREMELY rare, like a rock from the moon. White, shining, and little black cracks going through the whole rock without breaking the surface and being rough. Moonstones were always formed naturally and there was no one in this world who could make it even by hands. I had only heard about Moonstone before from other pack mem

Moonstone accents adorned his gauntlets, greaves, and chest plate, pulsating with magical energy that resonated. In his hand, he wielded a sword forged from pure moonstone, its blade glowing softly with an inner light. The hilt was embellished with intricate patterns in Phaikón Árgyron resembling celestial constellations, further enhancing its mystical allure. As he brandished the sword, it seemed to hum with power.

she sighed appreciatively. I took another look in the mirror and smiled. It wasn't much of a piece to view it from the front, just a simple platinum chain. But from the back, on the long chain that hung down along the curve of my spine to where a bra strap would normally have been, a milky white stone, the size of a half dollar, shaped like a crescent moon hung. "What is it?" I twisted and turned, surprised that it didn't swing around as I moved. "Moonstone," she smiled, "It was my mother's but I think you should have it."

“I’m okay, but it’s a lot of magic to use and I didn’t trust anyone to come with me to do it. Even as a queen, somethings are best kept a secret.” I helped her to stand up and lean against the Yew tree she sat under. “What were you doing?” She held out to me a silver necklace with a pendant attached, it was like nothing I’d ever seen before. The silver had been made to look to the yew tree we stood at, the branches wrapping around stone that had been made to look like a moon. “It’s a celestite stone. Go on, take it, it’s for you.” I was about to reach for it when I realized something, “it’s silver?”