Miracle Romance Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

It is like a ritual that is mandatory in the Damien’s Family for whoever is to become the alpha of the Moon Stone pack and it is meant to be done with the mate. The great seer looked at the Luna and she raised her three fingers up. "I see you in three places." She pointed out. Meagan raise her eyebrows in confusion and she exchanged glances with Carl. "You are pregnant." The seer added. Meagan nodded in agreement. “Yes, I am few weeks gone."

A smile that held no warmth held within it. Once the neutrality blessing was complete, the chamber began to hum. Kieran was brought forward. As the priestesses began to circle him as they chanted, but what happened next surprised everyone. A portal opened, and a woman stepped through. Her body looked as if it were made up of moonlight itself. It could only be one person. “Moon Goddess,” I breathed, bowing. Everyone else has done the same. “Rise,” said the Goddess, “who here claims that my will was carried out properly. By removing his man’s wolf Demon?”

For a moment the air was heavy and her voice sharp as pain filled her eyes,but it was only for a moment and it disappeared soon after like it wasn't there “Tell me Shelia,do you think that the moon goddess granted you another chance if living just so that you could get revenge on this measley kingdom” I asked her, staring into her beautiful silver eyes,her face was full of confusion and uncertainty “You are full of magic,and your ability to heal proves it” I said holding her shoulder as I tried to stick the information into her “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed,you are the prophecy” Shelia's POV “Your silver eyes proves it all…you are blessed, you are the prophecy”

AVA Morning finds me beneath layers of silk, drowning in the weight of roses and responsibility. Light spills through the tall windows, golden and soft, but it doesn’t warm me. I’m Luna now. And I feel like a prisoner in a crown. There’s a sharp knock at the door. Before I can even call out, it opens, revealing a girl with thick black hair twisted into a braid down her spine. Her movements are fluid, practiced. She bows low. “My name is Jatine. I’ve been assigned as your personal maid, Luna.”

“Okay, I guess we gave a deal then.” With a smile on her face“Follow me.” Miranda led them to a part of the cave where a stream sprinkled with beautiful diamonds and crystals and a small flat rock. She took a bowl, dipped it into the stream, and gave it to Marietta. “Drink up and Harkly, can you help me hold her?” “Wait a minute, how did you…?” “Know your name?” “Selene told me?” “The Moon goddess?” Harley and Marietta asked in union.

The unmistakable mark of the Fallen. Sariel stepped forward first, kneeling as he presented something cupped carefully in his hands. A crystal gleamed within his palms. The Moonstone. Its pale glow pulsed with immense lunar energy. “Your Excellency,” Sariel said respectfully, bowing his head. “I have acquired the Moonstone so that you may regain your strength fully.” Seeing this, Luna accepted the stone. The moment her fingers closed around it, a surge of cool lunar power flowed through her body. Her mood lifted slightly. “Also, Your Excellency,” another voice spoke. It was Haniel. There was a strange amusement in her tone. Something that no longer suited the former Seraph of Hope and Grace.

"I know you’re the one stealing from us. And it hurts that your beautiful little sister will pay the price for it too. Expect your death very soon." I smiled bitterly. Mike had always been smart. He figured it out. I wrote back: "If you can catch air, you can catch me." But I knew this was the beginning of war. Then came the ceremony. That night, under the silver light of the full moon, the Moon Goddess chose Sera as my mate. Her scent hit me like a storm. Her eyes searched mine— hopeful, afraid. For a second, I froze. I could feel it. The bond. The warmth. The peace.

The Union of Alpha Damien Ravenscar and Luna Katniss Ashbourne. My stomach twisted in a violent wave of nausea. I picked up the card, my fingers tightening around the thick paper until it crumpled completely in my fist. The memory of Damien holding that second blade, watching me drown in my own blood while his fated mate laughed, burned behind my eyelids.

[Sixteen years ago, in the city of Lenford…] - A single petal floated in front of his eyes. It was a cherry blossom petal, one that signaled the beginning of the tree’s full bloom in spring. It was the first thing Michael McGregor saw before a girl about his age suddenly walked up to him, her hand tightly gripping the strap of her shoulder bag.