Steven Universe Moonstone Novels & Stories

"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.

I noticed that his face was completely pale, and Stella’s mouth hung open in shock. I turned to see what they were staring at and to thank whoever helped me up only to be face-to-face with the man from the bar. The one I slept with last night! I sucked in a sharp breath just as one of the gamma warriors handed him the necklace. His eyes displayed a tender humor as he looked down at me and then he looked at Stella and his eyes hardened almost immediately. “This moonstone pendant belongs to a Luna, and you are clearly not worthy,” he told her coldly, making her gasp in shock.

It shimmered with a mystical iridescence, an ethereal dance of colors that mirrored the moon's own magic. Holding the pendant delicately, Silas whispered, his voice quivering with a mix of hope and vulnerability, "Raven, every time I look up at the night sky, I am reminded of our deep connection to nature's cycles and mysteries. This moonstone embodies that connection. It's a fragment of the world I cherish, and by giving it to you, I hope to intertwine our destinies and share the rhythms of my universe."

Chapter 86. The ignorant soul Xavier watched Adriana for a while, her gaze was fixated on his eyes and she was unwavering. He wondered why she wanted to know where the moonstone was. The moonstone was the most prized possession of the moonstones pack. It was what told every other pack of the support the moon goddess offered to the pack. He knew how important it was and they were just four people who knew the location of it, he, his father, his mother, and Stephen.

Veronica’s POV Virren moonstone is also known as the moonstone of eclipse. According to the book, it is a special jewel that could harness the power of light and darkness during the veiling of Sol and Luna. The sun and the moon. It's a folktale that dates back in olden times. The illustration is exactly how I remember the moonstone that Eviera has. It might really be the real thing, if the pack protects it dearly. “What are you gonna do now?” Sebastian asked as he flopped down to our bed and I remained standing, deep in thoughts.

Silence then fell as everyone looked around wondering if the spell worked. Looking at the spot where Celeste was pulled from, all that remained was Luna Rayne’s necklace. Sal walked to the middle of the circle and bent down and picked the necklace up from the ground. I noticed when Sal held the necklace up to the sun the moonstone seemed to have a slight green cast to it, and I wondered if it had gotten damaged. Sal then walked over to Luna Rayne who was standing beside me and said, “Your necklace now not only holds the power of the moonstone but also the sunstone too.

"What do you mean by your baby?!" Steven shouted angrily. He felt betrayed. The mate bond is real. The moon goddess paired him with Thea and there is no way back. She was already the ruler of his heart. "Steven, calm down." Kendrick, his older brother, tried to calm him down using a strict tone but Steven didn't stop while Thea stood there blankly while looking down.

Killian exhaled slowly, the tension in him easing—slightly. The envoy turned to a robed figure on the right. “Begin.” The figure stepped forward and lifted a silver orb etched with ancient runes. It glowed faintly the moment it faced me. “What is that?” Killian demanded. “A truthstone,” the envoy replied. “It reacts to lies.” Killian snarled. “You dare use that on her? She’s not a criminal!” “It is standard for all Moon-touched evaluations.” Moon-touched. The word echoed through me, stirring something sharp and cold at the base of my spine.

One large hand cradled the back of Steven’s head, and with his other, he traced a single finger down the baby’s cheek. “Born on Moonbirth Night,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. “This one’s going to be different.” And he was. From the very beginning, Steven seemed too alert, too aware. His eyes tracked every movement, curious and still somehow ancient, like he’d been here before.

Then my wolf surged forward. Violently. Desperately. A scent. Faint. But there. My eyes widened. No. Impossible. I lifted the fabric closer. Breathed in again. Once. Twice. Three times. And suddenly every hair on my body stood on end. Moonstone. Fresh Moonstone scent. Not old. Not weathered. Not three months washed by the sea. Fresh. Recent. Very recent. The warrior's voice trembled. "We found it trapped between the coastal rocks, Alpha."