Moonstone Varian Novels & Stories

She then asks, “What’s so odd about it?” “It’s a rare moonstone. I have never seen such a rare one like it.” I tell her and she continues to look at it before she asks me, “Is it worth a lot of money?” “To a certain buyer, yes.” I tell her and I wonder why she is asking. Then I realize that she was worried about how she was going to pay the doctor and that she may be thinking about pawning it. With that thought, I say to her, “It is a priceless piece since it belonged to your mother.”

"I've been researching the Moonstone. Its true origin. There were legends buried under all the ceremonial bullshit. Things even the High Council tried to suppress." Arya turned toward him slowly. "What did you find?" Soren's jaw tensed. "The Moonstone wasn't just a binding tether for the void. It was forged thousands of years ago to contain Veyros, a fallen god cast down for crimes against the natural order. The god of domination... and rebirth." The word landed like a punch to the gut. Rebirth. My stomach churned.

"Brenda, you have disappointed me yet again. Apologize to Lilian at once and let her save them!" I let out a cold laugh. "Do yourself a favor and look properly at who's actually committing the slaughter." I took out a clear crystal from my medical kit. This was a Moonstone. It was a crystal that had the most sensitivity to anything that could be considered a catalyst for toxins. "Since you say this is an antidote..." I said as I lifted the Moonstone and tossed it into the small bottle of medicine in Lilian's hand. Lilian's face went instantly pale as she cried, "Don't touch my antidote! It's a gift from the Goddess..."

the man continued, slinging an arm around Regis’s shoulder as he guided him toward the plush seating area. Regis, however, brushed off the gesture and glared sharply at him. “I didn’t realize someone as carefree as you even existed. Maybe I should switch careers and become a gemstone tycoon instead of a mafia boss, Young Master Moonstone,” Regis shot back coldly. The stylish man from head to toe was none other than Gino Moonstone, heir to a renowned gemstone empire. One of the ten largest precious gemstone mines in the world belongs to the Moonstone family, and Gino Moonstone is the main heir in the family, so it's no surprise that his wealth will not run out even if he doesn't work for the

I made Xiao threaten the thrall pilots and leave a member of her trusted team in the cockpit as a reminder. I am not going to die today. Xiao gestures to the unremarkable-looking cabochon in the pendant. “The assassin who took your hand had some in a bracelet. I think it’s fair to assume that this is what they’re using to change.” I shake my head. “Moonstone is a pretty common gem, isn’t it? I’ve never heard of it… this.” “Maybe that’s why we never heard of it,” Owen muses. “If we knew, perhaps we wouldn’t need the thralls and their rituals.”

He said while he took out his Moonstar pendant beneath his uniform. We have the same pendant and it must not be fake. The intricacy of its design was difficult to imitate. The moonstone was real as it gleams variably against the light. I had discovered as I have observed mine. The way light refracted to its surface, made it color blue, indigo, and light blue alternately depending on the angle.

Veronica’s POV Virren moonstone is also known as the moonstone of eclipse. According to the book, it is a special jewel that could harness the power of light and darkness during the veiling of Sol and Luna. The sun and the moon. It's a folktale that dates back in olden times. The illustration is exactly how I remember the moonstone that Eviera has. It might really be the real thing, if the pack protects it dearly. “What are you gonna do now?” Sebastian asked as he flopped down to our bed and I remained standing, deep in thoughts.

Deep beneath the ancient granite foundations, the furnace roared, casting jagged, violent orange and deep violet shadows across the damp stone walls. Agnes Vance stood at the heavy iron workbench, her emerald Relic Keeper coat replaced by a dark leather blacksmith’s apron. Sweating lightly in the sweltering heat, her dark hair bound in a tight knot at the crown of her head, she held a set of long-handled tungsten tongs. Clamped in the tongs was a shimmering, semi-liquid ingot of unrefined Starfall moonstone—the last pristine sample retrieved from her mother's deep-vault archives on the Moonhaven Coast.

Jace yelled. Valerie's stomach dropped into a bottomless pit. Jace stood up, his hand emerging from a slit in the side of Valerie's mattress, a slit she hadn't made. Between his fingers, the Moonstone Chalice gleamed, its silver surface catching the flashlight's glare, the large moonstone at its center pulsing with a faint, mocking light. No, Valerie whispered, her voice failing. No, no, no. I didn't put that there. I've never even seen the inside of the vault!

He hung up with a wink at me that made me laugh. “What is your good news?” I asked. “News of my current pack status has already spread to some of my colleagues. The two of us have been invited to an executive party tonight at Monocal.” I didn’t bother hiding my surprise. Monocal was one of Moonstone Pack’s most important clients. They bought up almost all of our high-end blooming feldspar, a fruit that grew high in our mountains and that could only be harvested every two years.