Usagi Tsukino Sailor Moon Crystal Novels & Stories

Selena tells me and I am thankful that she is willing to give it one more shot even though it is against Jaxson’s wishes. As I walk slowly back out into the middle of the garden the once fatigued and drained body of mine, comes alive once again. Fueled by determination and adrenaline knowing that Jaxson was on his way and that we were limited in time before he got here. With that thought, I didn’t even wait for Selena to give me the okay as I grabbed the moonstone in my hand calling upon its powers once again, as I pleaded with my ancestor the Moon Goddess for strength and the courage to do this.

It pulsed and flowed around them, like a living, breathing thing. And then, they saw it - the source of the valley's power, the secret that had been hidden away for so long. It was a crystal, unlike any they had ever seen before. It glowed with an inner light, its colors shifting and changing with each passing moment. And Rorik knew that this was what the Children of the Moon had been seeking. With a fierce growl, he stepped forward and claimed the crystal for his own. He could feel its power coursing through him, filling him with a sense of strength and vitality that he had never known before.

But I could not pinpoint where. “Is…is this her?” She asks Geminie, her eyes filled with unshed tears. “This is Crystalline, Cassandra.” Geminie confirms. The woman walks towards me and I can feel the magic pulsate off of her - a Witch and a strong one at that. She stopes just before me, her eyes scanning my body from head to toe, landing on the moonstone necklace hanging from my neck. “You look like Luna. And you have the moonstone still.” She croaks out, tears falling from her eyes.

We stepped outside and the moonbeam hit the ritual circle like a blade of pure silver while my mother turned slowly in the center with her eyes carrying the faint markings of the Silver Crown and her expression completely unreadable. Cadan stepped out of the shadows beside her, alive and unharmed, with the fresh symbol of the Silver Crown carved deep into his chest and he looked straight at me before he smiled and spoke the words that stopped my heart. “The Luna ascends tonight, but not the one you think.”

"As your pack rebuilds, similar connections will form with those truly loyal to your cause, visible only to those with the sight, but no less real." "A network of trust," I realised, thinking of the construction crews, the security teams, the scattered Silvercrest survivors now returning home. "Not just a traditional pack hierarchy." "Precisely." The eldest nodded approvingly. "You understand instinctively what others must learn through study." She reached into the folds of her robe and withdrew a small crystal vial filled with swirling silver liquid. "This is moonswater, gathered only during the eclipse. It must be poured into the foundation of your new pack house, to anchor the protective

I replied, still having a bit of steel in my tone, "but I also do need to understand what we go up against. "In due time, all shall be revealed," the Oracle replied. "For now, you must have faith in the plan of the Moon Goddess." Sophia spoke with much trepidation. "Lady Selene, I am an ordinary person. I really don't see how I can be part of anything so big." A faint smile arced in the Oracle's lips. "You are so far from ordinary, child. You have yet to find yourself. The same Virgin that had escorted us this morning now reappeared, clasping in her hands a little Quiane's-silver casket. She reached it to Lady Selene; she opened it showing a crystal inside which seemed to shine from an inner

Her footsteps were soundless against the ancient stone floor as she approached the crystal. With steady hands, Lupa grasped the crystal’s cool surface, feeling its latent power thrumming beneath her fingertips. She lifted the crystal from its resting place, a surge of energy pulsing through her. She glanced back at Claud and Lycidas, who nodded in silent acknowledgment. With the crystal secure in her grasp, Lupa signaled to Claud and Lycidas that it was time to retreat.

I couldn’t answer because the truth was… I wouldn’t have. I opened the pouch and showed her the crystal. It glowed faintly in my palm. “I found this under our bed”, Freya gasped, “Moon goddess,” Freya stared at it and her hand reached out slowly and touched it. Then she broke down in tears. She cried so hard that I pulled her into my arms and held her tight. “She called it an anchor and she also said the spell needs it.” Silence settled between us. “I…” She laughed through the tears. “I’m not crazy.”

"The blood of the Moon Goddess is strong, and the heart of the maid is pure. You have the right to command the element." She reached up, and a delicate blue crystal bracelet shimmered into existence around her wrist. It was made of impossibly clear, multifaceted azure crystals, bound by silver threads that looked like captured moonlight. "My name is Arriana," she revealed, the name echoing with ancient power. "And this is the Aetheria's Anchor. You must never call me Goddess again. If you are ever in doubt, if you need the swift wisdom of the sky, call upon my real name, Arriana."

“I have an idea… I have something—please, just listen—!” I stepped forward. Flames licked higher, hungry. “Speak,” I snarled. He fumbled in his satchel—hands shaking so violently he nearly dropped the bundle twice. Cloth fell away. In his palms: a crystal the size of a fist. Clear as glacial ice. Veined with liquid silver that pulsed slow, steady, alive.