Sailor Moon Fanfiction Crossover Novels & Stories

I saw Eula approaching me. "Again, sir. I'm sorry on behalf of my friend. She's a newly recruited member of the suicide cup event and doesn't have a single idea of who we are. I'll just remove her-" my eyes widened and glared at Eula. "Don't. As I've said, she's my prey, and I won't let her escape.." he fixed his coat first before smirking at me. "Welcome to Suicide High, Miss Florence Mil. I hope you'll enjoy your stay here because I'll surely do." He said and left the room.

“Why am I here?” “You are Luna. Living in my body,” the voice from earlier replied. “I am Alara. The moon goddess has given you a second chance. You and I now own this body. You will have to live my life. You can't tell anyone that you aren't me. You have to promise. Please.” She was begging, and the sound of it brought tears to my eyes. “Then what happens to you?” I asked, and she didn't reply again. I didn't know how I was supposed to be living a life that wasn't mine. How was I supposed to fit in? How long could I keep the cover?

As I wondered who had set them off, a message from Amy popped up. "Carla, aren't they beautiful? Johnny set off all those fireworks for me. If you know what those fireworks mean, you'd better step aside and give up your title as Luna." I smiled. "You can keep Johnny, but the Luna title stays with me." Right after I sent that, Johnny connected with me through our mind-link, his roar giving me a headache. "Carla! What are you doing?! Amy's been crying ever since she texted you! Do you still want to remain as Luna? If you can't do the work, I'll find someone else who can!"

There was a tiny, hidden slit cut into the inner seam of the back cover – a secret pocket built directly into the book’s spine. I reached two fingers inside, feeling the texture of something delicate tucked deep into the dark space. I pulled it out. It was a single, perfectly preserved pressed silver flower - a rare Moon-Lily, glowing faint and iridescent even in the dim room. The moment my bare skin touched the dried petals, a violent, electrifying shock surged through my fingertips, shooting straight up my arm and slamming into my brain. The room suddenly vanished around me. I wasn't on the scaffold. I wasn't in the drawing room.

Chapter 5 CLARA The Moonlight Pack gates stood before me, exactly as I remembered them. My heart hammered with anticipation as I smoothed down my dress—emerald green to match my eyes, cut to perfection to showcase the body that had cost me everything. ‘They won’t even recognize me,’ I thought, a smile playing at my lips. Clara Wren was dead and buried. In her place stood Liora Rivers, beautiful beyond measure, powerful beyond their comprehension. I could already picture their faces when they realized who I was. Damien’s shock. Sage’s jealousy. The pack’s guilt and terror as they understood what they’d unleashed.

A young girl. No older than sixteen. Her hair glowed silver beneath the moonlight. Her eyes were unlike anything he had ever seen. One silver and one crimson. The exact same girl he had briefly seen inside the academy before the ritual chamber collapsed. The same girl whose image had haunted his dreams ever since. She stared directly at him, as if she could see him and as if she knew him. Then she smiled a sad smile and spoke. "The seal is broken." Draven frowned.

She rolled her eyes when I growled at her. “You don’t scare me! All you are is an attention-seeking whore. Since you and Cyro are so eager to be savage leaders, why don’t I fill you in on something today? You have lost against Christopher. He will be our Alpha and not only that, our Luna will be your girlfriend Samantha Cross—this should serve as a slap to your face, yo..”

Arnold explains, “one must assume that your powers are intertwined with the stars more so than the moon. However, it is the Crescent Child who brought Ayala back to us, so we cannot discount the power of our lunar body.” Nash looks absolutely lost. “Go on, dear,” Layla prompts Arnold. “It seems that there is something to this question of twins - two individuals, each with their own fates and histories, but linked by a powerful bond. Miss Sarah has starlight powers, and found herself mated to your descendant, who carries the Moon Rabbit pelt. Together, their union created the Crescent Child.” “Interesting,” Layla murmurs, mostly to herself. I can almost hear the gears in her hear spinning as

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?