Novel & Cerita 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.

The easiest marks in the world. “Two hundred million dollars. Not a penny less.” Carter blew a smoke ring, tapping the mine’s survey map. “This deposit contains a rare mineral, ‘moonstone.’ It can significantly boost your wolves’ healing abilities. Mr. Damon, I know you’re not short on cash, and this is a strategic asset.” Two hundred million? This was robbery. Damon sat beside me, his face an unreadable mask. But the cold radiating from him had dropped the room temperature to freezing.

चन्द्रशिला व्याधिनाशिनी। देव्याः दानं, रजतविनाशिनी। स्वप्ने स्थितं तदस्ति। हृदयेनैव जागरितं भवति। The text gave them the most closely related meaning of: “Moonstone, plague’s bane. Gift of the Goddess, silver’s doom. In slumber it lies, till the heart awaketh it.” Athena frowned as she looked at the last line again.

She carried a small velvet box in her hands. “You didn’t have to call me that,” I teased, smiling faintly. “I know,” she said, grinning back. “But I wanted to be the first.” She held out the box. Inside was a delicate crown, silver and moonstone, its centerpiece shaped like a crescent moon cradling a single tear-shaped crystal. “The crown,” I murmured, touching it reverently. Mira nodded. “Forged from the same silver used for the boundary stones. It’s said to protect against dark magic.”

They reached the courtyard just as the first of the fragments fell. It streaked from the heavens like fire, a searing stone with a tail of silver flame. It carved across the daylight as though the sky itself had been slashed open. When it struck, the ground shook hard enough to rattle teeth, and an unnatural glow spread outward from the crater. “Moonstone,” Zara breathed, clutching Maxim’s arm. Her magic screamed at her in recognition. Not pure, not ordinary stone—this was something drenched in the eclipse’s shadow.

I’m suddenly finding myself in the packhouse right outside of Wesely’s room. He sneers angrily at me. “You are weak, and have no place in this pack much less as my Luna. I, Wesley Steel, future Alpha of the Jade Pack, reject you, Avril West as my mate and Luna.” He shoves me to the ground, stunned. How could this be happening? Wasn’t my mate supposed to love and cherish me? I then see a pair of brown eyes looking at me lovingly. I feel warm. How do I know this color? I can see? I hear a voice. I can help you see. She says. I am Emerald, your wolf. You are special. I gasp in surprise.

So I brushed my messy hair to the side to take the necklace off. “Joy?” Teah cried from the other side of the room. “Wait! Don’t take it off!” I grabbed the pendant again, frowning, and felt it with my fingertips. It was a stone carved as a crescent moon. “What stone is it?” I asked. “Moonstone,” Teah replied in the most casual way, bringing a pot full of water to hang on the hearth. “Moonstone?” I repeated, stunned. Teah shrugged, grimacing as she faced me.

But it was a delicate silver necklace that caught my eye - moonstones arranged like a cascade of tears, or perhaps stars falling through a night sky. "This is beautiful." I couldn’t help reaching for it. "Ah." David smiled. "A unique piece. I crafted it using moonstone from the sacred caves. There will never be another quite like it." Raven lifted the necklace gently. "Perfect for my Luna. Turn around, love." I swept my hair aside, shivering as his fingers brushed my neck. The metal felt cool against my skin, but Raven's breath was warm as he fastened the clasp. "Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.