Novel & Cerita Moonstone

she added. As I listened to Godiva’s story, I examined the diadem in my hand. It was beautiful, with a visual effect of a silver shimmer that turned to ash and then blue like moonstone. I admired it very much. “Wait! Moonstone?”

It twinkled as it caught the light, casting little rainbow fragments on Azrael’s hand. Liquid fire burned the backs of my eyes. When was the last time someone had gotten me something? “Put it on me.” I spun around, flushing as I was forced to face Draco. Gone was the judgement from his eyes. In its place was something almost hungry in nature. The chain was cool against my heated chest, still in comparison to my hammering heart. Azrael’s fingers grazed my collarbones as he nudged the diamonds into place. “Did you know that the gems in this necklace are actually moonstone?”

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.

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.

Celeste says and I know I have her. “I wish so too. Is there anything you know that could help us get him back?” I ask her, now praying that there is something she could give us that would save him. Celeste looked like she went into deep thought for a few seconds that seemed like minutes and then finally she says, “The necklace she wears around her neck is made from a powerful moonstone. She told me it is what saved us from dying in the realm and brought us here to this new world.”

“I pride myself on my moral compass, and I acted rashly. Please, take this gift as a token of peace.” Avery saw through the shimmering lies. The moonstone was a taunt—a piece of the Montgomery hoard, given to Scarlett by Hudson. It was meant to show Avery exactly who held the Alpha's favor.

Peeping out into the ballroom, waiting to make our grand entrance, I see a sea of faces all talking, laughing, and bedazzling. Jordan adjusts my moonstone necklace, called the Tears of the Moon Goddess. Made of 24-karat gold, it has layers of moonstones linked together. The matching bracelets set the dress off strikingly, and he checks the clasps on them. “These are just breathtaking,” I say. “Thank you for this gift.” Jordan, radiant in blue and gold silk, kisses my shoulder. “Treasures for our treasure. Are you ready?”

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.”