Novelas y relatos de Steven Universe Holly Blue Agate

“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

Steven asked, his tone laced with concern, his eyes on me. Looking over at Steven's face, I drew a deep breath. "Calm down, Zion. The human is not our mate!" I growled at my wolf, knowing that his mood affected mine. Can't we be in synchronization? "It's nothing serious," I gritted out to Steven. "Did you get the present for Zoey?" I asked him, my eyes meeting his. "Of course, Alpha. I selected a beautiful piece of diamond-encrusted necklace and wristwatch for her. Do you want to see it?" Steven inquired, his tone gentle. "Though it's in the luggage."

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."

He needed these powers that he had stolen to be stripped from him, and the only way to strip them was to reverse the spell on the telus. As if Selena knew her words of encouragement worked, she stood giving me space, as I raised my hand with the sunstone in it once again, focusing on the tiny speckle within the center of it, now more than ever wanting to rid it of the darkness that tainted it. The Sunstone was a gift of love to Ambrogio from Selene, and I would be damned if I allowed the heir’s blood to remain within it.

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.