Steven Universe Blue Lace Agate Novels & Stories

A mate mark. “I’m happy for you,” Lydia said. Thalia smiled. “I’m happy too. And Knox… he’s a good guy. I’ve seen how you two look at each other.” Lydia smiled faintly. “Yeah, I guess so.” Thalia pulled out a necklace. The pendant was a woman’s head with snakes for hair—Medusa. It looked golden, but it felt alive. “This is my parting gift,” Thalia said, placing it around Lydia’s neck. “I can’t say goodbye at the garage—it’ll break me. So remember me until we meet again.”

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.

He carried a small, velvet pouch. "Luna," he greeted softly, his eyes assessing my state without judgment. "How are you feeling?" "Empty," I admitted, the word feeling inadequate. "And... different. Like a room that's been cleared out, waiting for new furniture." "A apt analogy," he nodded. "The null-stone did not steal from you; it evicted a tenant. Now, the house is yours alone to furnish." He opened the pouch and poured a few small, rough-cut crystals into his palm. They were a milky white, shot through with silvery veins. "Selenite. The very stone that dampens the moon's power. But for you, now, it should be a focus, not a cage. It resonates with the energy you now hold. Try."

On the bed lay a gown that looked like it was woven from liquid obsidian and midnight stars. "CEO Vance," the head stylist said, holding up a velvet box. "The Astraea Star. It arrived from the vault an hour ago." Maya looked at the sapphire. It was the size of a pigeon’s egg, deep blue and cold. It was worth more than Lucian’s entire shipping fleet. For three years, it had sat in a dark box because Lucian said it was "too flashy" for a woman of her standard. "Put it on me," Maya commanded.

she encourages, bubbling with excitement. I chuckle and eagerly take the necklace out of the box, then clasp it around my neck. “How does it look on me?” I ask, modelling the necklace proudly. “Gorgeous, of course! It compliments your skin perfectly,” she gushes. I smile, touching the pendant as my heart swells from Invidia’s kindness. “What kind of stone is this?” “Labradorite. Said to impart strength and perseverance.” I snort dryly, “I could definitely use some of that.”

‘You got this. The contestant before her hadn’t had a single bid. Remnants of her jewelry was strewn all over the floor. Trista eloquently explained her design. Two interlocking pendants that fit together perfectly. It was a strange material, with a soft blue glow. Some type of jade, she explained. I wondered where she got it. It looked really rare. But the piece was aptly named – it had the same soft glow as the moon.

On each pedestal sat a fragment of the Lunar Heart. The Oakhaven fragment was a brilliant, sapphire blue crystal that hummed with a sharp, energetic rhythm. The London fragment was a pale, translucent white that cast long, clean shadows across the stone. The Paris fragment was a solid block of deep, frozen silver ice that still carried the clean, quiet frequency Laila had forced into it at Saint-Michel. In the exact center of the triangle, suspended in mid-air by the convergence of the three frequencies, was a empty, hollow iron ring the socket for the True Moon.

The silver toned ring looks beautiful, but the one I plan to order will be even better with its sparkling stone. “Can I stand up and see how it looks in the mirror?” Aubrey asks with a sweet expression plastered on their face. “Yes, Luna, but Alpha may need to assist you,” Stephan, the piercer, replies. Aubrey stands and allows their skirt to fall over everything but the last inch and the tip with its new silver toned ring. “It’s so pretty!” “Imagine it in white gold with a pearl or opal,” I say. “I know you love pearls but opal is your birthstone.”

These gifts were debts that she had to repay in the future. Half an hour later, Gabriella stumbled upon a surprise—a multi-colored moonstone bangle. It was slim and sleek, and the mixture of yellow, green, and the slightest hint of purple made the bangle seem almost mystical. It was in her size, and the barcode indicated it was from Essence Jewels.

Andrew said with a smile as he picked up the thumb-sized red gem. "Ms. Santana, would you mind checking if there's a cicada with spread wings inside?" Elsie carefully accepted the gem and examined it with a magnifying glass. Sure enough, inside the agate was an incredibly lifelike cicada with spread wings. "Mr. Lloyd, you've unlocked nature's treasure vault!" Elsie exclaimed, her voice trembling. "This is definitely another Blood Phoenix Miracle. In both the collector's and antique markets, this agate would easily fetch over 100 million!"