Steven Universe Holly Blue Agate Novels & Stories

As for Steven, curiously he looked more like Glen than his own son, he too was built like a Greek God of the legends of her world. He had short black hair, he was hansome and he had a mysterious gaze that would have allowed him to be a model without any problem in her world. But that wasn't what attracted her the most about him, this mysterious young man who must have been just 20 years old hadn’t taken his eyes off her since he had entered the room and his eyes were a color she had never seen before. They were the same color as her favorite semi-precious stones, amethysts.

"Since the Hayes family is eager to pay the silver upfront, we will follow the Elder Protocol," Gregory stated, his voice clipping with authority. "Sign the lineage-bond. The orb stays active until the final polish. Every shard you brought will be catalogued now so there is no 'confusion' when the Luna returns them." Stella’s face twisted, a flash of genuine loathing crossing her features, but she scrawled her mark and stormed out. Avery carefully gathered the turquoise fragments—which hummed with a strange, oily resonance—and retreated to the safety of the second floor.

"I know the agreement between the four Alphas. But agreements can be changed." Hope fluttered in Laura's chest before she quickly squashed it. "Not this one. Not without risking war." He looked like he wanted to argue, but instead reached into his pocket. "I have something for you." He held out his palm, revealing a small pendant on a leather cord. A smooth black stone with flecks of silver that seemed to shift and move in the light. "A moonstone," he explained. "They're rare, found only in the deepest caves of our territory."

That moment etched in my mind, I decided to stop wearing it daily, to shield it from potential loss. This enchanting stone, a marvel of icy brilliance, held within its heart swirling shades—sky blue and turquoise interwoven in hues that never failed to captivate me. Its strength was palpable, as though my mother's spirit lingered within, whispering tales of love and resilience. It captivated me, something so breathtakingly beautiful that I doubted I'd ever come across anything quite like it.

“Maybe someday.” “Will this make you believe it a little sooner?” he suddenly asked. Before I could ask what he meant, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small wooden box. My heart stuttered in my chest as he opened it, revealing a ring unlike any I had ever seen. The band was silver, intricately carved with what looked like vines and phases of the moon. But it was the stone that took my breath away—a large, luminous oval that seemed to glow from within, shifting from blue to silver as it caught the moonlight.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet pouch. Inside was a necklace. A simple, delicate silver chain holding a pendant made of a deep, shifting blue stone. It looked exactly like the color of his eyes. "It’s a Moonstone," Killian explained as he clasped it around my neck. The stone felt warm against my skin, humming with faint energy. "It’s infused with my aura. If you are in danger, or if your heart rate spikes from fear, the stone will heat up. I will feel it, no matter where I am."

"That was the point." I reached into my pocket and pulled out a small leather bag. Inside were five stones—clear crystals with swirling blue cores. "Moon tears," Celeste gasped. "They're incredibly rare!" "And the only thing that can counter The Mother's black stone," I explained, giving one to each twin. "When she tries to possess you, these will protect your minds." Orion turned the rock in his hand. "You knew this would happen. You knew about us." "I've known since before you were born," I admitted.

It was surrounded by a halo of tiny black onyx stones. “It’s… beautiful,” I breathed, my voice barely audible. Antonio smiled, clearly pleased with my reaction. “It’s one-of-a-kind,” he said proudly. “The sapphire is from Ceylon — known for its clarity. The setting is platinum, designed to last a lifetime.” Talon’s hand flexed ever so slightly on my back, and I could feel his eyes on me. “Try it on,” he said quietly, his voice low and rough.

Each step feels like I'm floating, carried by a mixture of anticipation and disbelief. Carefully, I peel back the paper, revealing a simple cardboard box underneath. My fingers tremble as I lift the flaps, parting them to reveal the contents. I can't help but gasp when I see what's inside. Nestled amidst a bed of soft tissue paper is a beautifully crafted necklace. The pendant is a shiny crystal-like hazel stone, its facets catching the light and casting shimmering reflections. There seem to be browns, greens, and light shades of gold in the stone, and I can't help but be mesmerized by it. It's an intriguing color that seems familiar to me, but I can't seem to put my finger on where I've see

It showed a raw rock, matte and opaque, glowing a deep, interior purple as if lit from within. “What… what is this?” Imani asked, leaning forward, breathless. The chunk of stone, opaque and faintly shimmering violet, pulsed on the screen as if alive. “That’s not gold,” Jade murmured, her voice trembling with fascination. “It’s something else entirely.” “It’s beautiful,” Imani whispered. “Dangerous is beautiful sometimes,” Jade replied, zooming in closer. “Celestium,” she read out, her voice barely a whisper. Imani reached out, her fingertips brushing the holographic image as if she could feel its texture.