Moonstone Steven Universe Novels & Stories

“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.

"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

Made sense. “Well, Alpha Steven mentioned that he wished he knew if there was a way to somehow protect you from visions. I remembered that I had done this, and we looked. Sure enough, there is a way.” He pointed to the stone hanging from the end of the chain. “This is sapphire moonstone. It’s very rare but it has protective properties. It will protect you from whatever bond Cornelius has on you.” I took the necklace and looked at it curiously. It wasn’t pretty, but it was very unique. In the stone’s depths, it looked like an ocean, swirling and moving. I was mesmerized by it.

Am I close to getting the moonstone? TBC.

He squeezed, snapping the silver dagger in two, then shoved her away and picked up the moonstone pendant again. "We'll find out what really happened in the Rogue Lands, won't we, Luna? All your little secrets... we just have to keep listening." Lilith was speechless, her face a mask of horror. Kaelan closed his eyes and poured all his remaining Alpha power into the cracked pendant. The silver light flared again, and the moonstone miraculously reassembled. Soon, everyone would hear the agonizing memories of my final days. "Little moonbeam… I'm still alive… though I don't know for how much longer…

I looked at my fingers; they were pale, the tips blue-tinged and trembling. Beside me, Kael let out a low, wet sound—a laugh that turned into a bloody cough. He had felt the resonance. He leaned his head back against the headrest, his cloudy gold eyes staring at the roof of the SUV. "The Moonstone... it's recognizing its host," Kael rasped. The smell of his decay—that acidic ore and rot—intensified in the stagnant air. He turned his face toward me, his expression one of absolute, soul-crushing defeat. "If the anchor needs blood to hold that shadow back... let it take me first. I’ve already paid the down payment in rot."

We must unlock its seal and confront the true source of this darkness. With the last fragment in their possession, Luna and her pack returned to the sacred grounds where the Moonstone stood. They assembled the fragments, their radiant light interlocking like a celestial puzzle. As the fragments melded together, the ground trembled beneath them, and a blinding light burst forth from the reformed Moonstone. A gateway materialized before them, leading to the hidden realm. With a deep breath, Luna stepped forward, her pack following close behind. The gateway enveloped them, transporting them into a realm bathed in twilight, where the boundaries between light and darkness were blurred.

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

It radiated a gentle, pulsating light that seemed to mirror the beating hearts of Luna and Amelia. Amelia approached the pedestal, her hands trembling with a mix of awe and trepidation. "Luna, this is it. The Sacred Moonstone." Luna's eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. The Moonstone was even more beautiful than she had imagined, glowing with a mystical energy. She could feel the power emanating from it, promising a deeper connection and protection for werewolves everywhere. As Luna reached out to touch the Moonstone, a sudden rumbling shook the chamber, causing dust to rain down from the ceiling. Startled, Luna and Amelia exchanged worried glances. The ground beneath their fee

Tiny fractures spread as my silver aura pushed against them. “Patience,” I told her silently. “Let them think they control me.” The wagon rattled into a pothole. One hunter cursed. There were twenty in total, six followed me: the leader who had threatened me before, four hardened soldiers, and one nervous young man who kept glancing back like I might explode. He wasn’t wrong. “Sir,” the nervous one muttered, “are you sure the moonstone will hold? The cracks—” “It’ll hold,” the leader snapped. “The spike was forged for her kind. Ancient Council magic.”