Moonstone Steven Universe Novels & Stories

“You have done well, Lucian. Your core is stable, aligned, and ready. As promised, the moonstone necklace will now be returned to you.” A small altar was unveiled, and the necklace rested there, glowing faintly, its light steady and sure. Lucian stepped forward, feeling the weight of responsibility, the pulse of the soul within, and the immense power contained in the small, delicate artifact. With careful hands, he lifted it, feeling the energy flow through him, steady, strong, and controlled.

I asked him, before the uncomfortable silence could find it’s way into the room. “I can’t complain, much.” Cian responded, winking at me. “Cian, what’s up?” Talia asked, walking out of the closet with a huge bag on her back. Cian looked at her in amusement. “Your brother sent me in here to see when you guys are leaving. He said that last time Nemi went home, she encountered an unsavory character along the way?” He said. I knew exactly what he meant. Thinking about him left my body covered in goosebumps, and not the good kind. “We did, but Alexander came and took over the situation. I just ran.” I said, embarrassed at my cowardice. “Hey, don’t be ashamed. You did the smartest thing that you c

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

"No." He is lying. He is totally terrible at lying because his neck turns a bright pink color. I lean forward, putting my hands on the table so my shadow falls right over him. "You smiled at that little screen more than you have ever smiled at me, Stevens. Tell me why." His throat moves as he swallows hard, but before he can speak, the pack servants roll in big carts full of shining moonstone relics, heavy silver collars, and diamonds. "Oh, this one looks very pretty," Stevens says, picking up a silver neck collar with blue sapphires. His eyes shine bright. He grabs the jewelry like a lifeline to avoid my question, and it makes my wolf growl inside. Why is he hiding things from his Alpha?

He inquired, "Recognize this ring, Toby?" "This is the lower part of the moonstone ring? You gave it to Uncle Victor. So, Uncle Victor is here in Los Angeles too?" Tobias exclaimed as he stared at the ring, a sudden wave of unease washing over him. If Victor took the members of Silver Moon Pack here and were joining forces with the Greenfield Pack's allies brought by Martin from Europe, Tobias could almost anticipate an impending, disastrous war. And he, Tobias Wilton and his Moon Halo Pack would definitely fail in this war.

“I’m not hungry.” Leonard cleared his throat. “We need to discuss our next steps. If the GMO fungus doesn’t work—” “It has to work,” Chris interrupted, his voice sharp. “We don’t have any other options.” I placed my hand over his—even his fingers were tense and cold. “We’ll figure something out, Chris. We always do.” He blinked at me for a moment in disbelief. “How? The moonstone is back, Ava,” he said, pulling the pendant out from beneath his shirt and holding it up in the light. “It should have fixed everything. Why the hell isn’t it working?”

Because I wasn't ready to explain why I wanted to cry. An hour later, the healer returned carrying a strange silver device. I had never seen anything like it. Moonstone runes glowed along its surface. Ancient wolf magic pulsed beneath the metal. The healer placed it gently against my stomach. At first, nothing happened. Then— A sound filled the room. Fast. Steady. Alive. My breath stopped. The healer smiled softly. "There." The sound echoed through the chamber. Again. And again. And again. A heartbeat.

Tabitha's POV I looked at him, my face etched with confusion, and asked, "Is there more?" Wilmot fidgeted a bit, pulling something from his pocket with a hint of shyness. "A birthday without a gift? That's not right. I found this in an ancient church when I was wandering around. There's a mysterious vein of ore nearby the church, and this moonstone was mined from there. It was then blessed with holy water in the church, considered a sacred item that brings peace and good fortune. I've had several close calls with death, yet I survived as if reborn from the brink. So, I thought I'd give it to you, Ms. Hartley."

“We need the moonstone, not trinkets.” Blake rolled his eyes but kept pace, his hands stuffed into his pockets. “It looks the same to me. Shiny rock, shiny rock.” Jamie ignored him, already leaning over a counter draped in velvet. The vendor, an older woman with eyes as sharp as a hawk’s, laid out polished stones—each one glowing faintly under the sunlight. True moonstone shimmered with a silvery-blue fire, the kind the pack required for the bonding circle. “This one,” Jamie murmured, holding the stone between her palms. It pulsed faintly, alive. She traded a pouch of coins without hesitation.

Even if there was nothing, there should be at least some leads of some sort. Maverick left the place completely, leaving Steven in the body of the river, breathing through an oxygen mask as his eyes scanned every object hidden in the water. He knew that finding this necklace would gain Alpha Rhaella’s ultimate trust and would play a pivotal role in winning the Alpha to his side. Anyway it goes, it’s a win-win situation for him. Steven’s hands paused on a sea-polished object buried partially in the riverbed. His fingers traced the smooth, curved surface, but as he lifted it slightly, he realized it wasn’t the necklace. It was something else entirely.