Eternal Sailor Moon Brooch Novels & Stories

Keenan then took a small brooch, with a star design on it, out of his pocket. "It's waterproof and you can even attach it to your bikini and it won't come off or bother you." Keenan explained. I arched my eyebrows, but accepted it. It was small with a very smooth back and really wouldn't bother me if I wore it. "Okay." I said and smiled at him. "It usually comes with the sound system turned off, but if you want sound, just give it a quick double-press in the center of the star." Keenan showed me and I saw the center of the star flash blue and then he did it again and the star glowed yellow.

After he finished his speech, the High Elder Bishop placed a bag on the solid oak table. The table was adorned with carvings of wolves and the full moon. The first item he pulled out was a gold chalice that had gems along the bottom. Kissed it and then placed it on the table. Next, he pulled out a knife that appeared to be very sharp. The blade was made of very strong steel and had the same wolf and moon etchings on the blade. The handle was made out of the same wood as the table and the end of the handle had a wolf's head carved on it. He held the knife up high in a ceremonial fashion. Then he placed the knife beside the chalice on the table. He stepped up to the podium and placed his hand

Cora pressed a hand to her stomach. Inside lay a folded shawl, dark blue with Moonmere stitching along the edge. Beneath it were ribbons, a cracked silver hairpin, a packet of dried moonflowers, and several sealed papers tied with black thread. At the bottom, wrapped in soft cloth, was a brush made of dark wood with silver inlay along the handle. Cora could not move. Everett lifted the brush slowly. His fingers closed around it with such unconscious familiarity that the room seemed to tilt. His thumb settled into the worn groove near the crescent inlay, exactly where it had always rested.

Without saying a word, she placed it on the table beside me before opening the lid. Inside rested a silver crown. It wasn’t large or extravagant. Instead, delicate vines twisted around polished moonstones, giving it an elegance that somehow felt timeless. I stared at it quietly. “It’s beautiful.” “It belonged to the first Luna of the Northern Pack,” Selene said softly. “Every Luna since then has worn it.” My fingers hesitated above the crown. “I don’t know if I deserve something like this.” Lyra walked over and gently closed my fingers around it. “You stopped earning it the moment you started doubting yourself.”

"Don't listen to her." The woman's eyes settled on him. "Cassian." "It's been a long time." "Not long enough." A faint smile touched her lips. "You always were loyal." "And you always lied." The cave became even quieter. Kael watched both of them carefully. "You know each other." "We do," Cassian answered. "Too well." The woman sighed. "I suppose there is no point pretending." She slowly removed the silver brooch from her cloak. On the back was the crest of the Moon Council.

I did. He tipped the pouch, and something heavy and cold fell into my palm. A necklace. Silver, obviously antique, intricately worked into a design I didn't recognize—interlocking circles, maybe, or some ancient symbol. The chain was delicate, almost too fine to be real, and at its center hung a pendant shaped like— "Is that a sun?" I asked. "The sun, yes. And the moon." He traced the design with one finger, and I felt the movement through the metal, warm despite its coldness. "They're intertwined. Inseparable. Like light and dark. Like—" He stopped.

The door slamming in the distance snapped me from my restless slumber, snapping my head up, I caught a glimmer in the distance as they approached me. The knife glaring in the man’s hand was easy to identify once he was close enough and even though his face remained concealed the tattoo wrapped around his wrist was clearly visible. The eight phases of the moon. A symbol of enlightenment and darkness, immortality and eternity. It was beautiful, nature’s very own yin-yang. “Good Afternoon, Goddess Selene.” Dark greeted me with a sinister smirk on his face, to which I responded with a flat look.

"Nothing is too expensive for you. Come on, let's go back. You'll catch a cold." Just then, a small figure ran out from a side door of the training grounds. Selena. She was wearing a delicate silk dress, completely wrong for a storm. "Watch out!" She slipped on the wet stone and fell forward. A brooch tumbled from her dress, shattering on the stone steps. Blue petals scattered everywhere, glowing with a faint silver light. Moonpetal. A real Moonpetal brooch. I looked at Ethan. The color drained from his face.

Before leaving, Tristan led us to his mother’s chambers to bid her farewell. She welcomed us in with that calm, regal presence she always carried, though I caught the flicker of worry in her eyes. “May the spirits guide your path,” she said, stepping toward me. In her hand was a slender bracelet, silver with tiny blue stones that shimmered faintly in the light. “Selene, wear this. It belonged to my mother. It will protect you.” I took it carefully, fastening it around my wrist. “Thank you,” She then turned to Liora and opened her palm to reveal a small, moon-shaped amulet on a dark cord. “And for the little one. This will keep harm away from her.” She clasped it around Liora’s neck.

She was gone from my mind and I mourned the loss of my closest friend. I had silver bracers made. Each one engraved with wolves on each of them, surrounded by trees and a moon. It was an intricate pattern and I could feel it as I bushed my fingers over them. A punishment I wore every day as a reminder. I leaned further into the railing, going on my tippy toes. Today was such a perfect day. I couldn’t have asked for better weather from the moon goddess herself. My heart leapt into my throat as arms wrapped around my shoulders, the sheer amount of electricity made me shiver. I smiled and brought my hand up, touching his arms. His face buried into the crook of my neck.