Eternal Sailor Moon Brooch Novels & Stories

A silver brooch shaped like a swallow. Evelyn frowned. "I've seen this before." Adrian studied the photograph. "The brooch?" She nodded slowly. "I don't remember where." Daniel joined them. "Can I see?" He examined the picture carefully. Then his expression changed. "I know that symbol." Everyone turned to him. "What is it?" "My grandmother collected antique jewelry." "That swallow design..." He looked uncertain. "...was custom-made." Captain Moreau walked closer. "Custom-made for whom?" Daniel thought for a moment.

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

Identical to the one from the vision. “I found it in the wall. The night the seal cracked.” He looked me in the eyes. “Time to find out what you really are.” I held the key in my hand for twenty full seconds before I said anything. It was heavier than it looked. Bronze, weathered, a symbol carved into the stem, the same one from the mural in the Seer’s sanctum. A wolf devouring the moon. My family’s crest. Elouria’s. Mine. “Where’s the statue?” I asked.

"The blood of the Moon Goddess is strong, and the heart of the maid is pure. You have the right to command the element." She reached up, and a delicate blue crystal bracelet shimmered into existence around her wrist. It was made of impossibly clear, multifaceted azure crystals, bound by silver threads that looked like captured moonlight. "My name is Arriana," she revealed, the name echoing with ancient power. "And this is the Aetheria's Anchor. You must never call me Goddess again. If you are ever in doubt, if you need the swift wisdom of the sky, call upon my real name, Arriana."

"And someone has brought them back." Across the table, Lyra hadn't touched her breakfast. Her eyes remained fixed on the brooch. She had never seen it before. Yet something about it unsettled her. Not the symbol. The craftsmanship. The tiny emerald had been carved into the shape of a crescent moon. A memory stirred. Faint. Almost forgotten. Years ago... While helping organize one of Mooncrest Manor's storage rooms, she'd found an old wooden chest. Inside had been several medals bearing that exact emerald.

The brooch was said to be a symbol of an everlasting, obsessive love. When the brooch was auctioned, it was called — Eroz. I raised my eyes from the floor and I peered past the crowd to see William silently listening to the chattering voices of multiple employees. For a brief moment, I caught a glimpse of the brooch. The Reaper wears Eroz. How ironic.

Inside was a silver moonstone pendant engraved with the Silver Moon Pack’s crest and surrounded by fine, blood-red lines. “This blood-bound moonstone was made for you.” Adrian pricked my fingertip with a silver needle and let one drop of blood fall onto the center of the stone. A faint red glow traveled along the carved lines before sinking into the moonstone. “It is bound to your blood now. Press the silver moon crest, and Father, Mother, and I will receive a distress signal through the pack link. As long as it remains active, we’ll know you’re in danger.” I held the pendant and felt warmth spreading from the stone.

Just tugged the corner of my mouth. The auction reached its final lot — the showpiece rolled onto the display stand. A necklace. "The Eternal Heart." Said to be carved from the moonstone of an ancient Wolf King, it glowed with a cold, ethereal blue light. Leo glanced at me to gauge my reaction, then raised his paddle. After a fierce round of bidding, "The Eternal Heart" was his. He pushed the box toward me. "For you." Before I could say a word, my phone buzzed again.

He pulled away after gently pecking my earlobe, and I could see him visibly restraining himself. "This is for you," Lionel said, unpinning the rose brooch from his shirt. "It matches your scent." I took the brooch and studied it. The brooch was simple in design and was decorated with three rubies, which shined brightly under the cover of night. "Thank you," I said with all my heart. We agreed that we would meet at Blue Moon River a week later at this time. At that time, he would have everything settled and take me to his pack.

Somehow Ezra managed to get rid of her without needing to blow her brains out or blow her heart out with a gun. “I kept it safe. But if you insist, you can have it now.” Mila still had a cynical face when Ezra reached into his jeans pocket and took out an emerald brooch that matched her own. It was very much like the one she had seen on the Red Queen's dress. “Here, keep it well. I might not be so kind and get you another brooch.”