Steven Universe Ruby X Sapphire Novels & Stories

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."

He probes further, and I give him the same answer. “Yes.” “Then I guess there’s nothing to worry about, but I must warn you if we find out you lied in this meeting about your powers then no one can save you from the fate ahead, Luna Andrea.” I flinched when his eyes changed colors from red to blue, then golden before going back to his original color brown. “Is that a threat, Steven?” Dante asked, but Steven just shrugged. “That’s the end of the meeting.” Elder Steven said, and a growl of disapproval came from Dave and his cohort.

I pulled the fabric down just enough to show my collarbone. There, etched into my skin, was a glowing silver thread. It was the Weaver’s Mark. It was the proof that I was a criminal. Alaric walked toward me. Each step was a heavy thud. He stopped inches away. He reached out a stony finger and touched the mark. A shock of electricity ran through my body. I gasped, my knees going weak. The black stone on his finger began to crack. A piece fell off, hitting the floor with a "clink." Underneath, his skin was pink and warm.

His brown eyes landed on me. “What are you saying, love?” He sat back in the chair. His brows knitted together. I gulped. I wanted to snatch all of the words and shove them back into my mouth. Cadogen was smiling. “I never said it would be to the same degree. Humans aren’t on this earth as long as the rest of us; their souls tend to be more wild. More unpredictable.” “Wait, are you saying that you are also Soul-tied to her.” Daire stood up and looked between the two of us.

I couldn't utter a word, I just sat there enveloped in the warmth and love of my friends. One month has passed since that dreadful night at the club. Justice and I don't speak unless it's necessary, he moved me into the Luna suite, and his mate/mistress shares his bedroom. I don't care anymore really, I've fallen out of love with him, but I'm still shackled to him because of outdated werewolf laws. This evening Justice is throwing Rose a birthday party, I'm here I have no choice but to attend as Luna of the pack. I walk around the reception hall looking for Randa, I heard that she had already arrived. I see her standing to the side by herself, looks like Gregory just left her there while he

Winston raised his hand, his bodyguards stepping forward to stop Steven's men. Winston patiently asked Larissa, "Would you mind explaining what you think is wrong with this Unicorn Statue?" Steven angrily said, "Winson, are you just trying to go against me?" Winston scoffed, "I just want this young man to assist me. What does it have to do with you?" Steven said sarcastically, "Oh right! After all, you have terrible eyesight! Otherwise, you wouldn't have mistakenly sold valuable emeralds as scraps!" Infuriated, Winston snapped, "Steven, I've had enough of you!"

“It is a delight to have you here in my castle.” Jimmy didn't pay attention to what was said in the crown room. His eyes couldn't leave the shiny ruby. There was something about the stone that attracted his attention, or rather his heart. He felt a strange power coming from it, he wanted to see it closely and touch it, but he didn't want to look ridiculous in front of the handsome prince. “Jimmy.” Ruvyn interrupted his thoughts. “Are you alright?” “Yes.” Jimmy nodded with a smile. “I hope you brought your story.”

The emotions bound up in chains around Clara's heart. But even in spite of grappling with them, the flame of flame Steven had lit all those years ago was never one to be snuffed out. And today the very same flame continued to burn even in Ruby's heart. Later that night, Steven remained on the balcony again outside his room looking up at the moon. Jessi was sleeping in his bed but he complained not. He held the secret photo he'd snapped of Ruby—smiling in Clara's arms, beaming from her little dimples.

Stephens never disappointed, but this time, he had outdone himself. I reached for the first box, the one lined in deep blue velvet. Inside was a necklace that seemed almost alive. The centerpiece was a pinkish-orange gem that looked like a captured sunset, surrounded by smaller white diamonds that shimmered under the desk lamp. I remembered Stephens saying, “This stone, Mr. Blackwood is rare; its Padparadscha sapphire. It symbolizes eternal passion and grace. It’s one of the rarest sapphires in the world, perfect for a woman who inspires both.”

But unlike Steven’s, where his tattoo has a white line of string flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm, hers has a string flowing down to coil three times around her wrist before moving up to connect with 2 white waves on the inside of her palm. “But I thought subs couldn’t control the main element and I’ve seen Dana try to drown Steven with her powers?” Remembering that morning still puts a smile on my face, in my brief time living with the two of them it was a little amusing to see how childish they tend to get when they’re arguing over something.