Real Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

Kael’s roar echoed, his sword clashing against assassins pouring through the gates. Ember’s scream split the air as she cut down those who dared touch Ariya’s people. Maelin was nowhere to be seen, her shadow working where light could not reach. As Ariya fell, she reached for Ember’s hand, pressing the red thread into her palm, whispering: “When the moon calls me back, give this to me. No matter what it takes.” And then the world turned to darkness. - Aria gasped, stumbling back from the mirror, clutching the sink, her golden eyes blazing in the dim light.

We all turn. And through the torn shadows— A figure walks out. Clad in ancient lunar armor. Wielding a blade made of pure moonlight. Eyes glowing with ancient authority. The Moon Goddess. Alive. Wounded. Raging. And she is looking directly at me. With fear. And hatred. And recognition. “You,” she whispers. “You are the one the prophecy warned me about.” Sebastian smiles, power swirling like galaxies in his hands. “Good.” He steps forward. “I’ve been wanting to meet you.”

“Are you really Knox’s mate, or are you just playing some kind of game?” Lydia blinked, stunned by the bluntness of the question. “Excuse me?” Ella tilted her head. “You heard her. It’s just a little hard to believe that Knox would have a mate. Especially someone like you.” “Well, do you expect him to be mateless? I can’t blame you, and if you think I’m some kind of ride-along, then I guess you’re wrong. We are a mate-blessed bond from the Moon Goddess. I’m sorry—there’s nothing you can do.” Lydia threw in the remark, which earned a scowl. She knew she’d hit the spot, but they were at a party, so obviously, they could do nothing.

"Who knows, you might even attract Satyrs. I have heard of how randy they can get around your kind." Elaine cleared her throat, shooting Medea a disapproving stern look causing her smile to quickly vanish and she grew sober again. Theresa thought for a second and said, "I think I have an idea of what you mean, Mistress Elaine.” “No,” Elaine stopped her, smiling at how weird the title sounded. “I would rather you call me just Elaine.” “Very well then, pardon me, Elaine…” Theresa apologized, blushing a bit. “I started to have these strange feelings after my first blood moon. The queen found out and always had me locked in my room during my blood moons till I was done."

3rd person PoV Tonight, was the night of the full moon, it was the most beautiful night and a special night for one little girl. And her name was Jackeline Moon (Jack for short). She was born in the most mysterious and secretive pack hidden deep within the forest known as the Healer Moon Pack, and much like the pack’s name, the pack members were just as special. Many of which who joined the pack gained euphoric features, features that can seduce both genders regardless of their sex, and it does not just end there. Individuals of the Healer Moon Pack can heal but not enough to revive the dead and how much power they have can be indicated with a special trait and that is their eyes, all member

He smiled back and somehow I felt that I was able to convey what I wanted to convey. “Tala, look,” Maya said softly, peering outside. I also peeked, but the only thing I could see was a vast ocean. I remembered what Aunt Kyndra had said before, that only werewolves could see the island. I glanced at Maya, who seemed to see it too. Maybe I shouldn't be surprised, because Maya was the Moon Goddess. She has the spell. “What do you see?” I asked. “A crescent-shaped island,” said Shaun. “The paradise.”

They don't have any preference but to trust this human. David Apsyrtus turned his body so he faced her, He grasped both of her hands. "Each lake in the Moonland has unique properties. I discern them when I touch the water. While I know now who you are, it will not be easy for you. I think you are her daughter, you are the offspring of the last Moon Goddess,the one who will bring an end to this war, besides he also had the ability of fire like you." David clarified. His words were kindness, a concern that was so quick that for her, it was natural. This vigilance was a part of who he was and that was, if she was honest, the most attractive feature she had seen for quite some time.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.