Steven Universe Holly Blue Agate Novels & Stories

Lucy held the stone up to the light, admiring the way it caught the moon's rays and reflected them back with an ethereal, otherworldly glow. The stone itself was a deep shade of blue, the color of the night sky just before dawn. Its surface was flecked with tiny specks of silver, like stars scattered across the heavens. As Lucy turned the stone over in her hand, she could see that it was not just a single shade of blue, but rather a spectrum of colors that seemed to shift and change with every movement.

I slid the small box toward Heather. “For you tomorrow.” She smiled, knowing what the box would contain. She gasped as she lifted the beautiful dark aquamarine and diamond earrings from the box, the blue- green of the stones glittering brightly in the light, the clarity of the diamonds adding to the brilliance. Untreated aquamarines had always been her favorite stone, because they reminded her of her eyes, the unique color she had inherited from me. She loved the play of blue and green swirling together. The style was long and playful, suiting her personality.

I take several deep breaths while I keep my eyes on Ayla. She starts to walk around the room, looking at the stones and stopping in front of some that are smaller and quite ordinary, but after a few seconds, she starts walking again until she finally stops in front of a set of stones that glow silver. I know they are moonstones, that is, soul stones created from the energy of the Moon Goddess.

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.

Then he placed it on the table. Everyone gathered around. Even Peanut. Though she stayed firmly attached to Lily. Then Henry slowly opened the lid. Inside sat a single object. A crystal. Blue. Glowing faintly. The exact same blue as the tower. Silence. Then Ava whispered: "What is that?" Henry looked at the crystal. For a moment he seemed much older. Much sadder. Then he answered. "The reason I'm still alive." Nobody understood. Then Henry sighed. "I haven't been honest with you."

Everything waited. Iris stood at the center of the sacred circle, surrounded by sigils etched in ancient runes and moonstone dust. Her seals pulsed with growing intensity—gold for power, crimson for truth, and now a new one, glowing with the hue of starlight, silver-blue. It shimmered along her skin, alive, breathing, ancient.

"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.