Steven Universe Moonstone Novels & Stories

Dax stepped into Rowan’s path, moon-silver wrapped around his forearm, gold eyes lit like fire. “You don’t get her,” Dax said. Rowan’s gaze held his, cold and certain. “You’re in no position to bargain, Ashthorne.” “I’m not bargaining.” Dax smiled without warmth. “I’m collecting.” He slammed the moon-silver into the floor. The chamber flared—runes blazing—like the Hearth recognized the metal as a key and an insult. The tracker shrieked, claw recoiling as if burned. Rowan’s eyes widened. “You idiot—”

She holds my thighs for support and licks my clit slowly. All the while, my mind is somewhere else. I think about what Andrea had told me earlier ***** Earlier... "The moonstone is a gem that is directly connected to us werewolves. Without it, we would be in our wolf form forever. Every pack has theirs but it's the same. Some packs cut them into tiny pieces and carry them along with them wherever they go. We can't however, because ours is already small as it is. The size of the moonstone doesn't matter anyway, if it's big or small, it's still as powerful"

Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am. Every night, when the moon rises high in the sky, I take a moment to thank the moon goddess for the gift of my family. Selene, with her bright smile and curious nature, always finds a way to make me laugh. She has this incredible ability to see the beauty in everything, and her enthusiasm is contagious. Kingdom, on the other hand, is my little protector. He has a kind heart and a strong spirit, always looking out for his sister and me. Together, they make my world complete.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

That night, I wrote to Linnea. “Diantha is wearing Moonbane artifacts. The Moonstone of the Moonbane family has never been revealed until recently—you know what I mean. I confirmed that some of her accessories once belonged to Moonbane. Cross-reference their movement timeline with the dowry exchanges to Riddle. Focus on post-redistribution auction flows. Look into their steward of magical assets. I want a name.” I left the message in a folded scrap of enchanted paper—Moonbane-crafted, like the ring. Our family’s specialty.

Everyone gasped again as though that was the only way they knew best to react, both moonstones shone bright, catching everyone's attention, their gaze mainly on the stone than on me. I turned again to look at Derek and he almost looked as though he was about to tear up. “How? No, you stole that from Ravenclaw,” he yelled and attempted to lunge at me but Nate and two other betas of crescent pack held him in place. “No, I haven't set foot in the the Crescent pack since I last left,” I said and turned back to the crowd who still looked in awe of the moonstones. “The half of the moonstone with the crescent pack, of course, is the strongest and can also work just fine, without the other half, alt

“The Moonstone is a conduit of divine will. If it shatters, it means that the very balance of our world is breaking. This isn't just about power anymore. It's about survival.” Aria stared at the fragments glowing dimly within the stone’s heart. She reached forward instinctively, drawn by a force she couldn’t name, but Kael caught her hand. “Wait,” he said, voice firm but gentle. “It might not be safe.” “I can feel something,” she murmured, closing her eyes. “It’s… whispering. No, crying.” Ezren's expression darkened. “The Moonstone has held the prayers of every Luna and Alpha for centuries. If it weeps now, it means despair is written in its core.”

When he opened it, the gentle glow of a moonstone spilled out, illuminating the utter tenderness in his eyes. "Happy sixth anniversary, my Luna," he murmured. "The main stone is carved from moonstone mined from the Northlight Sacred Mines. There's only one like it in the world. Do you like it?" I smiled dryly, trying to look touched like I always did, but I couldn't. I lowered my head and let my hair hide my face. "Thanks… Put it on me?" Troy leaned over to fasten the necklace around my neck, but I caught a glimpse of a red lipstick mark on the inside of his collar. It stung like a blinding light.

It had been crumpled from being squeezed, and when I picked it up her mother’s necklace was shimmering underneath. How had I missed seeing this last night? This necklace confirmed everything. She was the prophesied princess, Lycan heiress of the Moon Goddess, the bearer of the moon and night flame. And she was my betrothed fated mate. Here, on the table, was the drop of moonlight, gifted to the first wolves from the Goddess. I held it up in to the light and felt Sargon awaken. Did she really not know what this was? I grabbed the necklace and carried it back to the office. Rolf was still working on his plan for meeting up with the packs and connecting with his contacts, and he looked up and g

Deep attraction has been drawn to him. My name is Annabel Ferrars. And I'm the Luna of Blood Moon Pack, as well as the Queen Of The Rogues. This is who I am.