Moonstone Varian Novels & Stories

Dad asked. "I think you will know when you see it," Dr. Ivan replied and lifted the lid of the chest open. Inside was a milky-white crystal stone the size of a bowling ball. It was in a perfectly spherical shape with faint writing around the clear surface. "It looks like a fortune teller's crystal ball to me," I said. "No, Nikita, this is no ordinary stone," Dad said without taking his eyes off it. "This is Chandramoki Moni." "What is Chandramoki Moni?" "The Moonstone."

They reached the courtyard just as the first of the fragments fell. It streaked from the heavens like fire, a searing stone with a tail of silver flame. It carved across the daylight as though the sky itself had been slashed open. When it struck, the ground shook hard enough to rattle teeth, and an unnatural glow spread outward from the crater. “Moonstone,” Zara breathed, clutching Maxim’s arm. Her magic screamed at her in recognition. Not pure, not ordinary stone—this was something drenched in the eclipse’s shadow.

The herb storage room was extensive with rows of carefully labeled jars and containers holding everything from common remedies to rare ingredients I’d only read about in textbooks. “We have the best facility in the region,” Margaret said with clear pride in her voice. “Alpha Corbin ensures we have access to whatever we need. These herbs come from our own gardens, from trade agreements with other packs, and some from as far as the Eastern territories.” She pulled down a jar containing something purple and crystalline. “This is moonstone powder. It accelerates bone healing, and we’re one of three packs on the continent that can source it reliably.”

He suddenly uttered, "My love, you're complimenting me too much." Viishaun noticed a rare gem in the display. He pointed his finger at a choker embedded with moonstone. Aileen was amazed by the size of the gemstone embedded in the neck accessories. "You have a keen eye for a rare beauty, sire. There are only very few gemstones that are primarily gray in color. However, because of this very rare, gray gemstones are actually very intriguing when crafted into jewelry. This one is a moonstone, the most well-known and sought-after class of gray gem, and one must take extra precautions because it easily breaks if not well taken care of."

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.

"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

If anything, I almost laughed. I turned back to Cassian and said, evenly: "Obsidian really does outshine moonstone. It suits you — cheap matches cheap."

Three months later. My relationship with Lycan grew closer every day. He understood me, respected me, and supported me. He gave me a sense of security I had never known before. That day, I was in the lab researching a new potion, using moonstone powder as a catalyst. "Halen, try adding this." Lycan handed me a small vial of silver powder. I took it, surprised. "Is this... refined moonstone?" "Yes," Lycan nodded. "I had the royal craftsmen refine it specifically for you. It’s three times the purity of the standard grade."

The Moonstone was inches from her face now, its cold light seeping into her skin. It didn’t hurt. It felt like coming home. Memories flooded her—her mother’s laughter, her father teaching her to heal a wounded wolf pup, the night the fire took everything. And beneath it all, a voice. Soft. Ancient. _Healer. You are the last. Do not let it corrupt you._ Varn began the ritual. He cut his palm with a silver dagger and let his blood drip onto the Moonstone. The stone drank it, turning a sickly red. The runes on the walls flared to life, casting jagged shadows across the chamber.

Am I close to getting the moonstone? TBC.