Moonstone Varian Novels & Stories

she added. As I listened to Godiva’s story, I examined the diadem in my hand. It was beautiful, with a visual effect of a silver shimmer that turned to ash and then blue like moonstone. I admired it very much. “Wait! Moonstone?”

When it caught the light from the window, the luminescence was as though it had been spun from the moonlight itself. And then—there was the jewelry. Regaleon’s gift. The delicate silver chain rested against her skin, almost whisper-thin, cool and smooth when it touched her collar bone. At its centre hung a single teardrop-shaped moonstone, pale and softly glowing. On her soft lobes were matching moonstone earrings that brushed against her neck when she turned her head, their weight subtle. A bracelet also circled her wrist, glittering with the smug ring that sat on her wrist.

The Alliance's scarcest hemostatic medicine. After the mineral shortage, a single moonstone pill could fetch half a million on the black market. The moonstone crystal Damien had once given me was already considered precious—but that was just one. Ryan had given me an entire box. At least twenty. "I heard you train in the forest a lot." His tone was casual, like commenting on the weather. "Getting hurt without good hemostatic medicine is a real pain. Keep these." "This is too valuable—" "No, it isn't." He cut me off, his sincerity impossible to argue with. "My family is in the herb business. This stuff is nothing to me. You need it, so take it. Don't overthink it."

We were still sitting with that — a quieter, steadier version of the trust we'd been building in fragments for weeks — when Mira came in without knocking, which by now I understood as a universal signal that whatever she was carrying couldn't wait for courtesy. "The vault," she said. "The one holding the moonstone. I ran a full physical inspection this morning, on your standing order to verify all five points of knowledge after the Harlan situation." "And?" "The seal's intact," she said. "Untouched, exactly as it should be, no sign of forced entry anywhere on the outer chamber." She set a small case on the table and opened it, revealing a dark, polished stone inside, roughly the size of a fi

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

Victoria froze for a beat before she narrowed her eyes at me. "What's gotten into you? What are you plotting now?" Lucas looked just as confused. "Avery, you said you loved the ring," he said with a frown. I smiled. Taking Victoria's hand, I murmured, "Mom's right. Honestly, all the presents we've given her before were too small. This ring fits her much better." Lucas blinked, thrown. "I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—"

It was not recognition that startled but recognition that waited. “Welcome,” she said calmly. “Please take your time.” I did not look at Julian. I did not look at Weston. I walked straight to the display case at the center of the room. There they were. My breath left me in a way I couldn’t control. They were small and unassuming. A pair of earrings set against dark velvet, silver filigree shaped like delicate leaves, a single pale stone at the center of each. Moonstone. Adrian had always said it caught light the way truth did, quietly and honestly.

She could hear the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears as she stepped outside into the cool night air. The moonstone was truly a thing of beauty. It shimmered and sparkled in the moonlight, casting a radiant glow all around. It was a perfect sphere, about the size of a golf ball, and its surface was smooth and flawless. Lucy held the stone up to the light, admiring the way it caught the moon's rays and reflected them back with an ethereal, otherworldly glow.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

Aurora’s POV “I’m sorry. Any moonstone ring we had, we’ve sold long ago. Moonstone items are the fastest selling pieces,” the man at the pawn shop says with a slight frown. Glancing down at the text my mom sent after I left the hospital, I show it to the man.