Kunzite Sailor Venus Novels & Stories

"Vivian—" "I don't care if he understands you," I cut him off. "As long as I understand you, that's enough." I pulled up the transaction records on my phone and projected them onto the wall. My deep-sea moonstone necklace fetched 120 thousand dollars. The buyer's review read, "The seller said it was a token of love from a merman. How romantic!" The custom soundwave comb was sold for 80 thousand dollars. The description read, "It's a magic comb that makes merfolk scales glow!"

He carried a small, velvet pouch. "Luna," he greeted softly, his eyes assessing my state without judgment. "How are you feeling?" "Empty," I admitted, the word feeling inadequate. "And... different. Like a room that's been cleared out, waiting for new furniture." "A apt analogy," he nodded. "The null-stone did not steal from you; it evicted a tenant. Now, the house is yours alone to furnish." He opened the pouch and poured a few small, rough-cut crystals into his palm. They were a milky white, shot through with silvery veins. "Selenite. The very stone that dampens the moon's power. But for you, now, it should be a focus, not a cage. It resonates with the energy you now hold. Try."

Venus added, invoking the name Selene had given him at his birth—a name tied to the divine essence of the moon and stars, carrying the promise of greatness and balance. Selene moved gracefully, her silken robes brushing against the polished floor. She extended her palm, and with a swift motion of her free hand, a small, ceremonial blade appeared. It glowed faintly with a light not of this world. With deliberate precision, she ran the blade across her palm. Instead of red, her blood emerged a luminescent silver-blue, glistening like liquid stardust. The room grew still as the divine ichor dripped into the intricate magical sigil Venus had inscribed on the floor.

It would be more than enough to outshine Zenith. “Oh... Very well.” Marlowe immediately took out several rings and introduced them proudly. “Wolf King, this sapphire ring is called the ‘Heart of the Ocean’. It was crafted by a renowned jeweler from Tartan and is worth 150 million. It symbolizes love as vast and boundless as the ocean which is never-ending and bottomless. “This ruby ring is called...” Andrius examined each of them carefully. In his impression, Luna liked pink. Thus, his gaze fell on one of the pink rings which had a large gemstone on it.

He was calculating, thinking of every probability ahead of time. In the end, to soothe Stephen Ling’s anger, we bought some VBH earrings, special pink kuznite - a variety of spodumene according to Stephen’s explanation when I asked - inlaid necklaces, a pearl necklace that cost hundreds of thousands, gold pieces, brooches and a lot more.

She looked just like me, but with dark hair and although she looked tired, she was wearing a big smile as she stared down at the three kids on her lap. That must be our mother..... Where was she? No one mentioned her. . "Lilyyy" I whisper but no response came How exactly does this summoning work? "Lily"... Still no response. I dropped the picture in frustration and picked up a red little box on top of the other gifts. Is it right to open it? .. Why not? They are mine after all. I opened it up and almost gasped at the beautiful necklace in it. With a round blue pendant that glows.... It looks like the moon. The full moon.

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

"I'll indulge you, though. I'll tell you what you want to know, not because it matters, but because it will make the inevitable all the more satisfying." He reached into his pocket and produced a small, black stone that seemed to absorb the light around it. Glowing red lines etched across its surface, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. "This black stone is an energy tracker," he explained, his voice dripping with excitement. "It comes alive if she's in the vicinity." He held out the stone, and I could feel its dark power radiating towards me. "She's close by, probably hiding, thinking she can escape me." A cruel smile spread across his face. "But I know the right way to get her out. I know

Deep beneath the ancient granite foundations, the furnace roared, casting jagged, violent orange and deep violet shadows across the damp stone walls. Agnes Vance stood at the heavy iron workbench, her emerald Relic Keeper coat replaced by a dark leather blacksmith’s apron. Sweating lightly in the sweltering heat, her dark hair bound in a tight knot at the crown of her head, she held a set of long-handled tungsten tongs. Clamped in the tongs was a shimmering, semi-liquid ingot of unrefined Starfall moonstone—the last pristine sample retrieved from her mother's deep-vault archives on the Moonhaven Coast.

As we reached the peak, the gold and emerald light of our resonance flared with a raw, jagged power that momentarily shattered the crystalline frost on the observatory’s windows. "You're a mess, Emma," Félix rasped, his forehead resting against mine as our breathing slowed. "A beautiful, kinetic, unpredictable mess. And that’s why they can’t catch you." The Envoy of the Jade The Eastern fleet didn't sail on the water; they sailed In it. Six massive, translucent vessels made of enchanted jade emerged from the sapphire depths. They were shaped like nautilus shells, their hulls shimmering with a mathematical beauty that made the Sun-Spire look like a child’s toy.