Moonstone Novels & Stories

Maybe it was a chill from her cold heart. Thalia rubbed the crystal necklace in a comforting manner. It was a beautiful aventurine necklace her mother had given her before she passed. The necklace was one of the most beautiful possessions she owned. The aventurine exuded an ethereal glow. Its polished surface shimmered with hues of vibrant green. The pretty green hues of the crystal resonated with her heart, reminding her of the boundless beauty of nature.

He put the handkerchief back in his pocket when he'd finished. - One more thing... He reached into his trouser pocket and pulled out something. A chain. When she noticed the pendant, she opened her mouth in amazement. It was the "blue moonstone". A piece of jewellery worth well over a million dollars. The stone was made of crystals and polished with rhodium. Rhodium was the reason for its exorbitant price. He approached her and placed it around her neck. She was about to refuse, but... She accepted it. She'd wanted it ever since it first appeared.

Silence hugs the temple, but my heartbeat is loud, booming through my ears, when I’m made to kneel before her, tilting my head down. Grandma Ella appears before me, Grandpa Ryatt beside her, and I feel the weight of a crown placed on my head. A crown of precious stones–gems from every corner of Eastonia. Emeralds, sapphires, and polished obsidian from Veiled Valley. Diamonds, turquoise, and aquamarine from Tarsian. Rubies and emeralds from the Roguelands. And moonstones from Moonrise that glow a bright crimson as my powers ignite the moment the crown is placed on my head.

"Ah, your usual gifts of courting – dirty weeds. However shall I resist your enterprising heart?" "Wait, there's more – look at this! A jewel for the finest of women, plucked from horrific Queen Jarngrimr of the Sorrow's dwarven mines themselves! See how it sparkles just so in the moonlight like an unparalleled Periland diamond, this most precious of gems?" I took Yolanda's fine burnished red bronze colored hand and gave her a shiny amethyst raw of the making that I had found in the woods while out a hunting. It fit into the shell of Yolanda's soft, red clay toned palm like a stone fruit plucked ripe and tempting from father's greenhouse.

I looked up at Elias again and he smiled. “The metal is platinum, and the two stones are moonstone and obsidian,” he said. “This was my sisters and the official crest of the Crescent Dawn pack, the pack I grew up in.” I looked up at him in concern. This wasn’t just a pretty piece of jewellery, this was a major significant piece. “It’s beautiful,” I said, “But I couldn’t wear it, it’s so important to you,” and he smiled “Not as important as you,” he said and took the pendant, which was attached to a delicate chain, from the box and held it open to place around my neck.

"Trust me, Nyssa. Pictures don't do it justice. I swear, the moment you see it again, you're going to fall in love with it all over again." By the time we reached Celestia Jewel House, I found myself genuinely looking forward to seeing it. Then I saw the display window. My steps slowed. There, resting under soft golden lights, was the necklace. The moonstone seemed to glow from within, its silvery-blue sheen shifting with every angle, while diamonds surrounded the centerpiece like tiny stars around a moon. For a moment, I simply stared. "It's really beautiful," I admitted. Gina immediately grinned. "I told you."

Elana held the necklace in her palm. She held it up. The pearlescent gem, a rough, unpolished stone. It was dark, a swirling mix of deep moss green and slat gray, looking less like a jewel and more like a piece of the mountain itself. “This,” Elana announced, “is an Earthstone.”

They had spoken of the marking, of the ritual, but this—this public act of submission, of devotion—was beyond anything she had imagined. Dante reached into his jacket and withdrew a small, velvet pouch. From it, he produced a thin, silver chain, at the end of which hung a single, teardrop-shaped stone. It was not a diamond, not any gem she recognized. It was a fragment of pure, solidified moonlight—a piece of the very essence that ran in her veins.

he said. Derek frowned slightly as he accepted it. When he opened the wrapping, I saw a pendant carved from smooth white stone in the shape of a crescent moon. At its center gleamed a tiny silver fleck. It looked beautiful, but I had a feeling that it was not about it. There was more to this pendant. “The Moonstone,” Alexander said quietly. “A fragment from the temple.” Derek’s gaze sharpened, a strange gleam in his eyes. “It will guide us?”

“What… what are you talking about? What is this Moonstone, and why is Ariana connected to it?” Liam took a deep breath, steadying himself before he spoke. He knew Granny deserved the full truth, even if it was painful. “The Moonstone is an ancient artefact, a source of power and mystery guarded by our kind for generations. It’s tied to the curse that has haunted both my family and Ariana’s family for centuries. The prophecy says that only one with a pure heart, one chosen by fate can unlock the Moonstone’s power. And… Ariana is that chosen one!”