Steven Universe Moonstone Novels & Stories

“She hasn’t even accepted the pack bond yet. So, how the hell has she fully transformed?” I reached into my pocket, my fingers closing around the cold stone still humming from its earlier glow. I held it up. “She had this,” I said quietly. “The Moonstone. She’s part of the Moonhart pack.” A ripple passed through the room. Stillness. Breaths held. “Fuck,” Alpha Justin exhaled. “Ain’t that just—shit. The Moonhart bloodline? Steinharts again, fuck! That bloodline is always full of shit unexplanatory insane stuff.”

Lana could see that her mother was angry for some reason. “I don’t care about this now, Zaro. You could have told me this earlier instead you chose to hide this from me. And now you are willing to drag my daughter in this mess. I won’t let that happen!” Luna Valeria shouted while threatening him. Alpha Zaro kept on explaining his stance. “Valeria—Valeria. This won’t happen. No one has the power to hurt your daughter.” He paused. “Svetlana is the Moon Stone.”

It was empty. "The Silver Moonstone isn't just jewelry, Maya," Cillian said, leaning against the wall for support. "It contains the concentrated lunar essence of the First Alpha. For centuries, the Vane family—the Silver-Backs—have held it. It acts as a dampener. It keeps our scent hidden from humans and, more importantly, it keeps the peace between the packs."

But the reality was far more brutal. Why Selene, though? Why her? She was a weak wolf—fragile, powerless. No known abilities. No strength to her aura. A sleeping wolf spirit that barely stirred even in danger. And yet… they wanted her. Alpha Bruce stepped forward, his piercing stare drilling into my soul. He handed me something I had only read about in my mother’s journals— A silver moonstone. A relic so rare. Said to be capable of containing powers so potent they could unravel realms. I had never used it before—never even seen one in real life.

he spoke cryptically and raised his hands towards the heavens. Something gleamed in them, shining like a small diamond as he brought his hands down and extended them towards me. An almond-sized milky stone lay on his palms. I watched it in awe as it pulsated with energy, seeming alive. "This is the last of the moonstones but this one is special. That's why it's called a Luna stone. It's meant for a Queen who will rule alongside the King to safeguard all the werewolves. It's yours. Protect the werewolf kind with it," he spoke with kindness but authority.

"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."

Once we were there, I sat down on a seat, and he settled down on a chair a few feet away, his gaze pinned on me. "What?" I scowled. "Are you really just going to stare at me all day?" He ignored my question, and I gripped my hair in frustration, placing the book on the table. Muttering under my breath in irritation, I flipped over the pages until I found info on the moonstone. According to the book, it was a round stone which contained power whose main source was the undying moon goddess. Apparently, it had the power to heal and destroy. It made sense that it was the only thing that could end Alpha Daxton's miserable life.

The old traditions would bind them, for better or worse, and he couldn't afford to falter. Moon stone is considered a small piece of the moon which the moon goddess gifted the world to use for occasions like this. Occasions like when Luna has to take her position ritually, or when the alpha becomes an alpha not by the bloodline or when one of the mates are human. The moon stone is very beautiful and powerful. Everyone does their best to keep it protected because that was the only piece on the earth and they can't let any evil people get their hands on this. Because they can misuse it in many ways because it's filled with power.

“Christian, this is—” “The moonstone represents your Luna powers,” he said quickly, like he'd rehearsed this. “The silver is Shadow Ridge. The smaller stones around it represent the pack you unified. I had Helena make it custom, and I know it's probably too much, but I wanted something that showed what you mean to us. To me.” I couldn't even form words. I just turned around so he could put it on me. The necklace settled against my skin, and I swear I felt it hum with energy. Like it recognized me. I touched the moonstone and felt my own power reflected back.

The boy of house Sullivan said. Moonstone are rare. Very rare, most of werewolf packs and clans will not lend it away, and it wasn’t possible to buy it with money. The green moonstone they talked about is the one that Killian himself had found in his own territory days ago. “That’s all good with, as long as my wife is happy.”