Moonstone Orb Novels & Stories

Silence then fell as everyone looked around wondering if the spell worked. Looking at the spot where Celeste was pulled from, all that remained was Luna Rayne’s necklace. Sal walked to the middle of the circle and bent down and picked the necklace up from the ground. I noticed when Sal held the necklace up to the sun the moonstone seemed to have a slight green cast to it, and I wondered if it had gotten damaged. Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too.

With so many of them distracted like this, I could probably get closer. As I make my way down the boulder and around behind a tent facing inward of the forest, I overhear someone speak as the crowded cheer dies down. “My kin, we’re but moments away from making our day in history.” As the last word is spoken, many begin to cheer once more. Lifting a piece of the back of the tent up I notice there is no one inside, so sneaking under I am able to hide and see what was going on. Now that I had a closer look, I can see the Orc that was speaking. His skin was a much darker purple than the others, and through the sparks from the fire I could see that he was heavily tattooed with black ink. Unlike m

Its water glowed silver beneath crystals hanging from the ceiling. At the center stood a small stone island. Upon it... A throne. Carved entirely from black crystal. Above the throne floated a crimson orb. It pulsed slowly. Like a heartbeat. Boom. Boom. Boom. Beauty instinctively stepped forward. Aldric grabbed her wrist. "Don't." His voice cracked. "That's the Blood Moon Heart." Beauty stared at it. She couldn't look away. It was beautiful. Hypnotic. Alive. Then... The orb suddenly beat faster.

“The packs have begun to notice the bonds fraying. The Moonshine and Golden Claw warriors are losing their edge in battle.” “Good,” I said, my voice smooth as silk. “Let them crumble under the weight of their weakness. They’ve relied on their precious bonds for too long, blinded by their supposed strength. Soon, they’ll know true freedom.” I turned my gaze to the relic suspended above the altar: the Orb of Severance, a crystalline sphere infused with the fragmented energy of countless broken mate bonds. It pulsed rhythmically, as though alive, feeding on the magic it absorbed. “This will end centuries of servitude,” I murmured, more to myself than to Cale.

In just a couple more seconds, she’d be done, and the choice would literally be out of her hands forever. Nya pulled the Heart of Magic from her bag, and the ruby red gemstone gleamed in the light, catching the red that streamed in the windows from the artificial glow outside, making the scarlet color even deeper. It was entrancing, this magical rock, and the idea that she should just put it back in her bag and go home crossed her mind. Then, she thought of Slate, thought of the kiss they’d shared, and no longer wanted to keep it at all. Nya took the stone and inserted it into the chest, ready to drop it onto the plush looking red pillow laying there.

"If I can't mark you yet, does that mean I'm not even allowed to hold my own mate while I sleep?" I felt like there was a hidden trap in his words, but I was too overwhelmed to figure out what it was. 8:30 AM, at the healing center, I locked my office door and pulled a fist-sized Moonstone from the back of my safe. This stone is hyper-sensitive to a werewolf's life frequency; high-level healers like me use it to check bloodline purity. My hands wouldn't stop shaking. I took a deep breath and pressed my palm against the cold crystal, guiding my energy into it.

But this calm of his, it felt like thorns digging into me. Oh, Moon Goddess… what’s going on? The thought poisoned my mind, colder than the water magic he’d used to tend my wounds earlier. Down in the ravine, Niobe moved. That unnatural orange firelight reflected off her calm face. She reached into the pouch at her waist and pulled out a small object shaped like a crystalline heart. It pulsed faintly, a sickly blue glow clashing against the fire around it. She handed it to the robed sorcerer standing in the centre of the blood circle.

I made Xiao threaten the thrall pilots and leave a member of her trusted team in the cockpit as a reminder. I am not going to die today. Xiao gestures to the unremarkable-looking cabochon in the pendant. “The assassin who took your hand had some in a bracelet. I think it’s fair to assume that this is what they’re using to change.” I shake my head. “Moonstone is a pretty common gem, isn’t it? I’ve never heard of it… this.” “Maybe that’s why we never heard of it,” Owen muses. “If we knew, perhaps we wouldn’t need the thralls and their rituals.”

"You will defeat all manner of supernatural creatures, including demons and the like. Perhaps even the devil himself. But I'm getting ahead of myself." Then she thought of something as she rose from her chair and took out the long, slender box of gemstones that she had taken out before. She rummaged through it for a bit and then lifted out a stone and closed the box. She held up the gem, blue with an opalescent sheen. It was a Moonstone—very beautiful and very expensive. "You will carry this stone for good luck. Many Lunas have carried it before you. This is not yours to keep; only to borrow." Daphne held it out to me.

The box's lid creaked softly, releasing the scent of aged wood and memories. "Rosalind, this belonged to your father," Cathryn said, her voice tinged with nostalgia. As she opened the box, a faint glow emanated from within. Inside, a beautiful silver necklace lay coiled, adorned with a small, moonstone pendant. The stone pulsed softly, radiating a gentle, ethereal light. "Orion's mother crafted this," Cathryn explained, her fingers tracing the pendant's contours. "A symbol of our pack's lunar heritage."