Moonstone Orb Novels & Stories

"Good. That is the answer I was hoping for." She reached into a drawer beside her chair and pulled out a small leather pouch. She held it out to Lyra. "Take this. It belonged to my grandmother, and her grandmother before her. It has been passed down through the generations of wolf-less women in my family." Lyra took the pouch and opened it. Inside was a small, smooth stone, dark as night, with a single silver thread running through its centre. "What is it?" she asked. Elara's voice dropped to something almost reverent. "A moonstone. It is said to carry the essence of the moon goddess herself. It will protect you when the darkness comes."

Yet he had been there for Cole when his parents died of the wolf mutations. I step into the center of the chamber. Mortius does not blink. “Place your hand on the Moonstone.” A slab of pale rock sits before the dais, carved with the crescent mark of the Moon. Ancient. Cold. Unforgiving. I press my palm against it. The chill bites into my skin. It is freezing. It burns. “Swear by the Moon that every word you speak shall be truth.” The Moon oath. You can refuse to speak.

A lot of other people who already had mates were going to be there as well, to celebrate the Moon goddess and to watch and see who would be paired with whom tonight. Alpha Alex was getting ready in the bedroom. He was wearing a business suit, fixing his cuff as he stood in front of a full-length mirror. Then he heard the door open, and he stopped and glanced to see that it was the luna walking in. She was wearing a blue sparkly dress. It was stunning, but it was not the one that they had agreed for her to wear. Traditionally, they were supposed to wear black to every Oracle Ceremony. That was how it had been done for generations. So Alex seeing Cassandra in a different color was kind of weir

An older man—bald, with deep-set eyes that seemed to shimmer with age-old wisdom—stepped between them, holding a dark stone orb in his hands. Hustle and Tasha exchanged a look of fierce determination, but the old man focused solely on Hustle. As he held the orb close, it began to glow, casting a greenish hue over the ring. I watched in awe as a faint, almost ghostly smoke seeped from Hustle’s mouth and into the orb, swirling around inside like it was capturing a part of her essence. The light of the orb flickered once and then dimmed, and the old man silently walked away, cradling the orb with the utmost care.

“Would you look at that. Our dear Raven is so full of surprises.” Raven looked at him with disgust and punched him, saying, “Would you shut up already!” Ronan snorted. “Yes, please spare me the bedtime stories. We’ve got a Bloodmoon Amulet to deal with.” ... “We’re here.” Conan’s voice cut through the chatter. They turned. A massive stone door stood embedded in a cliff face, carved with ancient glyphs that pulsed dimly under the moonlight. “Wow... would you look at that,” Thorne breathed.

“I’m with you, Faye! Channel everything through the stone!” She thrust the moonstone forward with both hands. I lifted our daughter higher, letting the blazing Lunaris echo flow freely into the relic. The combined power erupted in a brilliant silver dome that expanded outward from the center of the tent. It slammed against the shadow chains and the crashing wolves, forcing them back and holding the collapsing structure together for a few more precious minutes. The dome shimmered and held firm, buying us a fragile pocket of safety amid the madness. One of the guards near the entrance gasped in relief. “It’s working! The chains are retreating!”

He is already lost. But Ivy refused to yield. No. Kane is not lost. I will not let him be. With a cry, she drove her claws through the last of the shadows. It disintegrated into silver smoke, fading into the stones. The temple fell silent once more. At the heart of the chamber lay the Moonstone Core. It pulsed like a living heart, a sphere of crystalline silver lodged in a pedestal of obsidian. It radiated cold light, so bright it burned her eyes, but its beauty was haunting, otherworldly like holding a piece of the moon itself.

The gemstone was of a floating clear blue color. Lori gasped. “It’s a moonstone… it’s normal for mates to give themselves gifts after mating.” “Oh… I’m so sorry! I didn’t get you anything!” Lori exclaimed. Her eyes were still transfixed on the dainty necklace. Gabriel grinned. “It’s okay. I can think of other ways for you to repay me.” He winked suggestively and Lori rolled her eyes. “Want me to help you put it on?” He asked and Lori nodded.

"That's the ultimate mating gift among werewolves! The only one in the world! Moonstone meteorite is a thousand times rarer than diamonds, and the core was the size of a fist! You'll probably never even see one in your lifetime." Then, Jenna froze. Her eyes locked on my chest. All the color drained from her face. "What… what is that?" she stammered, her finger trembling as she pointed at me. Everyone followed her gaze to my chest. At the collar of my simple white shirt, a delicate platinum chain was barely visible. On it hung a fist-sized pendant, glowing with a faint, silvery-blue light. It was the unique glow of a moonstone meteorite. The surface of the pendant was carved with intricate ru

As if listening to her thoughts, the orb shone with a bright color, dropping to the floor and rolling. Madraya followed the glowing orb, her mind stilled as she knew what would happen next. It was what she was preparing for. After a few minutes of walking deeper into the temple, the orb stopped, and so did Madraya. Before her stood a casket carved from moonstone and obsidian, etched with symbols that shimmered faintly in the temple’s sacred light. This has been created for her, and patiently it waited for her, just as the prophecy had foretold, just as she had always known in the back of her mind.