Steven Universe Holly Blue Agate Novels & Stories

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. Beside her, Rhys sat on a low stone pedestal, stripped to the waist. The **Apex Core** remained securely locked over his chest, its crystalline channels pulsing in a slow, rhythmic cadence that matched the heavy, measured thud of his heart. Sweat glistened across his broad, scarred shoulders and the intricate dark tribal tattoos lining his ribs.

Violet shouted as she felt something ominous rise within her. She left them to do her bidding as she got out her crystal and tried to gaze into the ball. She only saw darkness and she almost yelled in frustration. She opened a tray that carried different poultices and began adding them to the mixture in Elise's hands. She collected the bowl and began chanting. The vulture began to shake and say Luna stone, Luna stone in a hoarse voice. Bianca backed away while Elise looked at the animal with interest. Violet suddenly had to stop mixing when her phone rang. “ It is your mate Elise and he is asking for you.”

King Magis Picked up Azurite and Issanna picked up our daughter, Angelite. “I’m fine, Maxia. Now let me introduce our babies. I’m holding Kyanite Quartz, Dravo is holding Malachite Beryl, Meadra is holding Alabaster Garnet, Magis is holding Azurite Obsidian and Issanna is holding our little girl Angelite Aquamarine.” Sapphire tells them all with a tired smile.

“Great. I spent a minor fortune on that one. Let me see it.” Neith skipped off toward the counter and disappeared behind it. After a while, she popped up from behind, coughing and covered in dust. She slammed a polished wooden box down on the counter, with Dusty’s Miracle Marbles intricately written in gold on the lid. “Here you go. Personalized miracle marble made by the famous Penelope Dusty herself.” Holly gingerly lifted the edges of the box, revealing four multi-colored orbs within. The glow of the marbles hit Hollys face. "Oh, great! Thank you, Neith. This is perfect and exactly how I want it.”

It was Xander calling. He informed her: The Silverlight heirloom she sent for appraisal—Ulva's obsidian staff, which was presented before the Moon Goddess—would receive a preliminary valuation from the certified auction house in one week. Trista's hand tightened slightly around the stone surface. She had endured this long. One more week was bearable. She mentally calculated. She could hold out for another week. She wouldn't collapse now. At noon, Ulva arrived with a thermos. She carried the distinct herbal scent of the Sanctum Healing Center.

The chain was adjustable, allowing Aqua to wear the pendant at just the right length so that it rested over her heart. As she wore it, Aqua noticed the stone's clarity, reflecting her calm and balanced state of mind. Whenever she felt at peace, the pendant remained clear and pristine. However, when her emotions stirred, the pendant would change. A slight hue of blue appeared when she felt sadness, while a warm golden tone emerged during moments of happiness. If anger or fear took hold of her, the gemstone would darken, turning a deep, unsettling black.

Taryn reached out and grabbed it by the wrist and took a closer look at the bracelet. The metal was two fingers wide with handmade ornaments: engravings of symbols and runes that he had only seen in temples in large cities, on the surface were arranged four stones that seemed to shine with an internal light. A white that seemed to have a strong wind inside that moved, releasing wide shades of blue. An ultramarine blue inside which there seemed to be waves crashing against rocks. A bright red inside which there seemed to be a flame that radiated flashes of light. And finally the green stone that seemed to have inside blades of grass that did nothing but grow and grow. Taryn touched the stones

The next day, Andrew received the Blackstar Crystal that Brielle had sent over. It was about the size of his palm and looked more like an amethyst than anything else. When he held it in his hand, it felt ice-cold to the touch. When something was black to the extreme, it became purple. This crystal seemed to have some kind of mystical energy flowing within it. Aspen looked at it curiously and asked, "Honey, is this thing actually going to help you?"

Selene's P.O.V I opened the dark blue velvet box just as he asked. Inside, a ring rested on the black lining. The band was a deep silver metal, carved with intricate, old vine patterns that curled around a central stone. The gem glowed with a soft, silvery-white light, almost as if moonlight were flowing slowly within it. It felt cool and smooth to the touch, yet radiated a gentle, powerful energy beneath its serene surface. Was this... a moonstone?