Eternal Sailor Moon Brooch Novels & Stories

I couldn't find anything on me that I could tell, it was from the moon goddess. "You have your pearl bracelet, Shiva. The one that you lost when you were just a kid!" "What?!" I remembered I accidentally dropped the bracelet somewhere in the Blood Moon Pack. "That one was from the moon goddess Diana?!" I couldn't ask him why it looked ordinary while their jewel obviously screamed fortune. However, Collen seemed to understand the meaning of my words well.

Sheila and Rickey looked like this was news to them. "Considering Prerana is one of those with strong blood purity beliefs, I would have thought they would have a strong focus on praising the Moon Goddess," he said as I took the brooch from him after he kept prompting me to take it. Studying it, I didn't see anything special about it. It was just a silver moon shaped brooch. I supposed I shouldn't have expected otherwise. Thinking it had some secret to it was a bit much. After looking at it for a bit longer, I reached out to return it to him, but he simply said, "You can hold on to it for now. It might help bring you some comfort."

The Custodian of the Moonstone. She was visibly aged since my rejection as the pack’s Luna. Loose and baggy, her deep blue robes, patterned with waxing moons of the sacred order, hung off her bent frame. With shaking and liver-spotted hands, she was clutching the ceremonial willow staff with the polished silver casing for the pack's divine relic. The moment our eyes met, the ancestral Tear of Elyra, resting in my necklace, sent a wave of bright and painful clarity.

Gil replies, taking it to look at it, as she smiles at Aren charmingly, making his heart skip a beat now. "It was Mum's, she always brought it with her," he tells her wistfully as he looks at it on his Moon's collar. "Well, I can't wear it, Aren. The enemies of your pack will realise right away that it was hers and will know that I'm your Moon!" Gil exclaims and gestures to remove it. Aren, without realising it, begins to glow, feeling that with this gesture, his Moon is rejecting him. That necklace is the sign that she is the legitimate Moon of the pack, her half, her soul mate, and only she after her mother has the right to wear it. Seraphim, upon seeing it, quickly approaches.

Shhhk. I set my glass down. I reached into the pocket of my trousers and pulled out a small, heavy velvet pouch. I opened it, sliding a heavy brooch onto the glass table. It was carved from solid stardust obsidian, a faint, pulsing silver light radiating from the core of the stone. “For you,” I said, sliding it toward Zaria. “A gift for the success of the Moon Goddess Ceremony.” Zaria picked it up. The silver light reflected in her dark eyes. “This is ancient pack magic fabric. Where did you even find this, Penelope?”

“It’s no new that this is why the Crescent Moon is undefeatable.” “That’s right.” Kayla bragged. “This is magical pearl that enhances power. It was specially gotten from a Legendary Queen mermaid. And we’re offering this heirloom to the Moon Goddess to prove our loyalty to her. And I can’t wait to see what you have to offer.” Kayla mocked and the crowd laughed wit her.

"You have nothing to apologize for." His voice was calm, though heartbreak lingered beneath every word. "She made her choice." He gently brushed a strand of silver hair from Elyria's face. "She always did what she believed was right." He removed the crystal brooch fastened to her armor. It was shaped like a pair of wings wrapped around a crescent moon. Holding it carefully, he closed her eyes. "May the skies carry you home, my oldest friend." As soon as the words left his lips, the brooch began to glow.

"The doctor wrote down the description of the baby's body. A unique, permanent physical mark located on the skin of the inner left wrist. A mark shaped exactly like a burning star." She stepped closer, crowding my personal space until I could smell her sharp perfume. "The burning star is not a normal birthmark, Evangeline. It is the Golden Royal Crest. It is the sacred genetic stamp that belongs only to the true bloodline of the Sun Pack. The family line that my ancestors were supposed to have completely destroyed twenty years ago." Suddenly, Cassandra reached out her hand with lightning speed. Her long fingers gripped my left uniform sleeve and pulled the cloth up with a brutal, crushing fo

The air was thick with anticipation as the pack members gathered around the central courtyard of the compound. The Heartstone, now safely secured in a protective case, was the focal point of their efforts. Marinetta stood at the heart of the ceremonial circle, dressed in ceremonial attire that shimmered with silver thread under the moonlight. Her eyes, though tired, shone with determination. The ritual they were about to undertake was their best chance to reinforce the binding of the Shadow Wraith and secure their pack’s safety.

"I found this caught in a crevice near where the boy was standing. It’s not Northern, and it’s certainly not a child’s toy." I unwrapped the silk. Resting in my palm was a small, silver filigree earring, shaped like a weeping willow—the personal sigil of a high-ranking lady in the Moon River court. Specifically, a lady who had spent years trying to solidify her place by the Alpha’s side. "Seraphina," I whispered, the name tasting like poison.