Steven Universe Holly Blue Agate Novels & Stories

The steam it caused filled the circle, only the circle and enveloped us all. Janus appeared by my side, taking my left hand and placing a yellowish crystal and a strange looking green stone speckled with red in it. Puzzled I lifted my head to ask: “What’s this for?” “Citrine and bloodstone. You’re going to need it.” Janus smirked at me. “It’s now up to you, Hunter. Sylvia loves and trust you. You have to reach out to her and bring her back.” Selena placed her hand on my shoulder as she knelt down to where I sat.

Kali curled into the corner of the couch, still silent, still staring at nothing. Lilith disappeared into the back room without a word. When she returned, she carried a small velvet pouch. She tipped the flame sapphire into her palm. The stone was the size of a large egg, deep indigo at its core, threaded with veins of silver that caught the firelight and threw it back in soft prisms. It looked ordinary. Until it wasn’t. She crossed the room and held it out to Kora. Kora took it with steady hands. Everyone went still.

Steve's POV: The plane leveled off at cruising altitude. I had the window seat, the city lights of Singapore were long gone below the clouds. Nothing but black out there now. Just me, a half empty water bottle, and the small velvet box in my pocket. I pulled it out again, flipped the lid open under the tray table so the overhead reading light caught the stone. A thin gold chain with a single teardrop sapphire in deep blue. I’d found it in a tiny shop off Orchard Road, tucked between tourist traps and high end malls. The vendor had called it “ocean tear,” and said it was supposed to bring calm after storms. It felt fitting. She deserved something beautiful.

A few drops of blood dripped into a porcelain dish. Bowen then pulled out a packet of powder and sprinkled it into the dish. Instantly, the blood turned a purplish-black. His brows furrowed deeply. "Veilroot Bloom. This is a poison so rare that it hasn't been seen in a century. It's colorless, odorless, and slow-acting." Shocked and furious, I asked, "Where did this poison even come from?" "The plant grows deep in the mountains, and people generally can't get their hands on it."

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."

The bluish-purple swirl on its surface seemed to dance in the daylight. I reached out to it again, intrigued more than ever, my fingertips grazed the back of cold metal. My thumb slid over a rough carving that looked like a crescent moon, and a sharp click echoed in the room. The lid popped open. Inside rested a silver chain holding a purple-blueish teardrop crystal. It wasn't a normal gem. The colours seemed to swirl trapped inside the glass. Beneath it lay a small piece of folded paper. It read: If this necklace blends with your touch without burning, then you are the right owner, Yours, Selene.

She poked around gently until the curved end of the tool hooked around an object inside. It was an old, scarlet pouch containing ten amulets of various shades, shapes, and colors. Some of them were green, others were lilac and peacock. They looked brilliant and mysterious under the lights. They were hard, too. Harder than human bones, as far as Holly could tell. She recognized the stones as tanzanite. This was the first time she saw tanzanite up close. She had only admired them from behind glass cases in museums before.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

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.