Miracle Romance Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

I am still in the bathtub. What kind of dream is that? I shook my head. Is it the past? Did I just saw how his Luna died? I saw my necklace glowing in the sink where I put it. I wash my body at a fast pace. I hold the pendant and opened it, the pink stone turns violet. What’s the meaning of this? I look at the mirror. My brown hair becomes blonde. Why do we have the same characteristics of her Luna. My appearance changes but my face are still the same.

Mary screamed in shock, but once we calmed her down, she realized Miranda was a good witch. “Miranda is good mom, even great, if she’d let herself be,” I tease Miranda. Miranda goes red in the face, shaking her head. My mom looks between both of us, “What? What am I missing?” she asks. “Well, it turns out the Moon Goddess decided to play a little joke on me,” Miranda says. “Oh?” my mom asks. “Yes, the Beta of the Black Shadow Pack has turned out to be my mate,” she says.

“I am really glad, Lily. I am. It looks like things are finally starting to look up for you too.” I smiled at her shakily. “I am scared, Salome,” I confessed as I held the roses to my chest like a shield. “It always happens like this for me. The moment I start to believe in the good, I let my self be happy, and then…..something always comes along to spoil it. Something bad always happens.” She reached out and took my free hand and held on tightly. “Not this time,” she said earnestly, “this union is different. It is already ordained by the Moon Goddess herself. A mate bond is a sacred thing. Nothing and no one can spoil what she had put together.”

He smiled at Miranda, who added to Milo. “It was ball because she became friends with Council Precious. She learned there was a way for Sally to be turned into a Lycan after all, the blue rose. But when I learned I went into labor, Milo was the only one around to help me deliver my little Miracle. Still, others around us wanted what Sally found out; she promised them they too could be Lycan’s, but during our imprisonment, I learned something that Council Precious carelessly spoke out loud. She must have believed I was knocked out from the beating.”

Her eyes were silver and she wore a silver dress that shimmered in the blue light. Azura was mesmerized by the woman’s beauty. “Come my child,” the woman spoke, her voice so serene. Azura stepped closer. “I’ve been waiting for you,” the woman said softly. “Why? Who are you?” Azura asked curiously. “I am your mother and mother of all wolves. I am the goddess of the moon. I am Selene,” she replied with an earnest smile. Azura was taken aback at her response. “But what can I do for you?” Azura said confusedly. “My child, you are special. You are my gift to my children. You are the key to end Leus’s evil,” she said smiling again. Azura was still confused. “But..how am I suppose

The glow brightened. Then suddenly— Another faint light appeared beside it. A softer glow. Pale blue. Luna’s eyes snapped open. “What was that?” Mira smiled. “The Moon of Tides.” Luna stared at the glowing energy in her hand. “I can use other moons too?” “Not all of them,” Mira explained. “But some may answer your call.” Kael and Aeron watched from the hill below. Aeron whispered. “That’s new.” Kael nodded slowly. “And powerful.”

"What do you mean by that, Master? We don't quite understand what this power you speak of entails." "My apologies for the confusion, you're right, I didn't explain it well," responded Seraphim, acknowledging his mistake. "During the ascension ceremony of the goddess Moon in the celestial palace, she granted a miraculous wish to the werewolf Oto, as we all witnessed. Unknowingly, Luana, the girl who became the goddess Moon, bestowed upon him a divine power."

The gemstones flared brighter, as if recognizing what was about to happen. Marcus moved to stand beside me, his hand finding mine and squeezing tightly. We both knew there was no stopping this. Ancient wolves were notoriously stubborn, and Mira had clearly made up her mind long before we ever arrived at her door. “Will it hurt?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. “Not at all,” Mira assured me. “The Moon Goddess is merciful to those who sacrifice for her chosen ones. I’ll feel warmth, then peace, then… nothing. It will be like falling asleep after a very long day.”

The door swung open. Mirabelle stood on the stairs, gazing at me with curiosity. I struggled to find words to describe her beauty. If Roman resembled the sun god, then Mirabelle was undoubtedly the moon goddess. The gods must have fashioned her bones from ice and her skin from snow. Her eyes were clear and pure, shimmering with a crystalline brilliance, reflecting the twinkle of stars. Her nearly white, long hair flowed like moonlight—soft, ethereal, and enchanting.

"The one you owe for saving you. For healing you. For everything." "What do you want?" "Your daughter. Mira. When she turns sixteen, she comes to me. Trains with me. Learns what she needs to know." "No. Absolutely not." "It's not a request. The Moon Goddess demands it. She has plans for Mira. Great plans. Terrible plans. Plans that require preparation." "What kind of plans?" "The kind that change everything. The kind that save or destroy worlds. She's special. More than you know. More than anyone knows."