Moonstone Orb Novels & Stories

"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."

“Lukas, I’m going to——“ She stops when I pulled away. I smirked as I see her disappointment and needs to release. I grab her waist and push my hard cock inside her. She moan loudly and I start pounding hard inside her. I wonder what it feels to be inside that Snow wolf. Does she taste more sweet that this Oracle. I grab her and turn her around and grab her neck, showing her face to the Moon who created her. I pound harder and rougher. I can see blood on her neck where my nails digging in. She doesn’t care at all. Her moans fills my ears and I feel her inside pulsating around me. I pound harder and deeper as we both release our self. I move away and grab my robe. “Go back to you chamber and u

B⁠efore Ce⁠lest⁠e could take another breath, a blinding beam of crystalline blue lig⁠ht erupted from‍ t‌he cente‌r o⁠f t⁠he throne room. In the middle of the hall sat the ancient Moonstone a colossal, raw cry⁠stal that had remained dark and dormant for three hundred years, since the death of the First Queen. ‌The crystal roared to life, shooting a brilliant column of silv‌er and azure light straight through the glass ro‌of into the night sky. Th‍e sh⁠e⁠er power of the ancie⁠nt a⁠rti⁠fact washed over the room, in‌stantly shattering the iron chains binding my sister Mir‍a.

We crashed through the undergrowth, following Sylvia to a small, ancient stone shrine hidden in a clearing. Inside, on a simple altar, sat a milky white orb, the Moon Priestess’s sacred orb. “Touch the orb!” Sylvia urged, her voice dripping with false panic. “Its purity will break the curse on the necklace!” It was a lie. I knew it was a lie. The orb was the final trigger. But Thorne, desperate, carried me toward it. “No…” I tried to say, but the word was a gasp. His hand, holding mine, reached out. My fingers, still clutching the burning iron charm, brushed against the cold surface of the orb.

And tonight, it stirred. Elara Moonstone stood at the foot of the temple, the wind lashing her cloak around her legs, her silver circlet glinting like frost against her raven hair. Above her, broken spires stabbed the storm-heavy sky. The Crown of Thorns rested heavy on her brow, its magic carved from the price of power: pain, loss, and sacrifice.

But as it nestled there, I could feel a source of power coming from it something I had never felt before now. Tonya began at that moment to remove the dome around us. The moonstone now began to glow on my chest and I honestly didn’t know what was happening. “Ah, Tonya.” I said, cutting her off in the middle of her chant as she turned and looked at me with wide eyes and I knew that she too knew something wasn’t right.

The walls were lined with runes, each one glowing and pulsing faintly. And in the center of the circle, Rowena stood, calm as ever, her hands folded in front of her. The priestesses were already preparing the Moonstone, placing it on a pedestal between us; a glowing gem as big as a wolf’s heart, carved from crystal blessed by the first daughters of the Moon Goddess. It shimmered in soft blue light, responding to truth and blood and sacred vows. Rowena’s friends stood behind her again, silent as before. I still hadn’t figured out who they were exactly—guards? Sisters? Shadows?—but they didn’t speak, and their eyes didn’t leave me for even a second.

When he opened it, the gentle glow of a moonstone spilled out, illuminating the utter tenderness in his eyes. "Happy sixth anniversary, my Luna," he murmured. "The main stone is carved from moonstone mined from the Northlight Sacred Mines. There's only one like it in the world. Do you like it?" I smiled dryly, trying to look touched like I always did, but I couldn't. I lowered my head and let my hair hide my face. "Thanks… Put it on me?" Troy leaned over to fasten the necklace around my neck, but I caught a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on the inside of his collar. It stung like a blinding light.

And now this ancient corpse with a god complex. “Wrong girl,” I growled. Instead of pulling away from the moonstone, I dove into it. The world outside blurred. The roar of the beast stretched and warped. For a heartbeat, everything slowed. My sight turned inward. The moonstone wasn’t just a rock on a chain. Inside, it was a whole system. Lines of light, codes of power, threads looping out. Some clean, silver-blue. Some stained murky green, crawling with Zorak’s touch. One thick tether reached toward the beast, trying to drag me into its core while it drank me dry.

he shouted, ducking another blow. With a final, unified note, the ward shattered, its energy dissipating in a gust of wind that snuffed their torches. The box lay exposed, its lid carved with runes that pulsed faintly. Aria lunged forward, her hands shaking as she lifted it open. Inside, cradled on a bed of faded velvet, lay a crystalline orb. Its surface swirled with colors—blues, golds, and deep reds—shifting like a storm trapped in glass. “The Orb of Destiny,” she whispered, awe and fear warring in her chest.