Moonstone Novels & Stories

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.

The walls were lined with runes, each one glowing and pulsing faintly. And in the center of the circle, Rowena stood, calm as ever, her hands folded in front of her. The priestesses were already preparing the Moonstone, placing it on a pedestal between us; a glowing gem as big as a wolf’s heart, carved from crystal blessed by the first daughters of the Moon Goddess. It shimmered in soft blue light, responding to truth and blood and sacred vows. Rowena’s friends stood behind her again, silent as before. I still hadn’t figured out who they were exactly—guards? Sisters? Shadows?—but they didn’t speak, and their eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.

Swallowing a thick lump down my throat, I held onto my skirts and sauntered into the room. Looking around, it seemed that Zain was more than accurate. There were too many things to see and a strange door had to be the least important on the list. One of them being a blue translucent rock sitting in the middle of the room. It seemed to glow as brightly as the fireflies in the greenroom at night and I had an odd feeling that it had to do with the amount of power it carried in it. “You have the moonstone?” The words flew out of my mouth before I even got a chance to stop them.

she groaned and we all looked between each other, wondering if she was about to crush our hopes as quickly as she built it up. “I wasn’t given an exact name,” she dug her hands into the sachel around her arm and pulled out a gemstone, “but I was given this.” “And what’s a peice of shiny rock supposed to do for us?” an annoyed Ace asked, getting up from the couch and starting to pace about. “It’s not just a piece of shiny rock, it’s a rare moonstone carved from the temple’s blessed walls and during the full moon tonight, it’ll lead us to the answer,” she informed us, building back our nearly dashed hopes.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"What is Chandramoki Moni?" "The Moonstone."

"It’s all mine now. She’s gone and I’m standing here in her room, in her gown. That’s how it works, isn't it?" I did not answer. "You're quiet today." She studied me in the mirror. "You aren't mourning that girl, are you?" "No," I said. She held out a hand toward the table. "Then help me with the necklace. I have waited all morning for someone competent to fasten it." My eyes went to where she pointed. The Whitemane Luna necklace lay on dark velvet. Silver and moonstone, older than either of our packs. I had seen it once before. I had imagined my own hands lifting it. I had imagined the throat it would circle. In my mind it had been Halley's throat. Pale. Warm

“What is the Moonstone? If it’s just a lie detector, your venom is still in my veins. We can trick it. We fooled Jaxon, we can fool—” “You don’t understand,” he interrupted, his voice dropping into a harsh, fractured whisper that vibrated with absolute dread. He leaned in so close his forehead almost touched mine, his golden eyes blown out, his pupils dilated with a terrifying mix of anger and guilt. “The Moonstone doesn’t just read your current intentions, Elena. It is an ancient relic forged from the primordial heart of the moon. It reads the true nature of your wolf’s soul. It traces your bloodline back to its very roots.”

No amount of perfume or fine clothing could erase the pain hidden beneath her calm appearance. “All of you may leave,” Matheus instructed. The maids lowered their heads before quietly filing out of the chamber. Soon, only Matheus, the white-haired witch, and Aurora remained inside. “Aurora,” Matheus began as he reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out a silver ring with a moonstone embedded at its center. “This is no ordinary ring.” He held it up between his fingers before slipping it onto Aurora’s finger. The moonstone at its center glowed faintly for a second before returning to its normal color.