Yuna Celestial Weapon Novels & Stories

I wanted to do all this but I couldn't. There was a change in her movement in the last bit, she slid in between his head, pushing herself up to give land a kick on his head, two on his side and the last on the stomach which had him rolling on the floor. She then squatted above him, using one leg to pin down his hand so he won't take his sword and then she pointed her spear at him. "She won,"I exclaimed inside me, even Bryce and Xylah stood up amazed by her actions. "She did it, my Luna came out victorious," those were the words that echoed in my head.

The crescent-shaped birthmark was glowing brilliantly now, silver light spreading across my skin like living moonlight. Then suddenly— The crescent split apart. The entire courtyard fell into a dead, breathless silence. Because instead of forming a simple crescent moon… The glowing lines reshaped themselves into a massive six-pointed star. A sacred star. Brilliant silver light burst outward so intensely that several people staggered backward, shielding their eyes from the radiance. Shock crashed across every face around me. The female elder gasped audibly. Kael stared at me in complete disbelief. Lucien actually looked speechless for once in his life.

“Stars, hear my summons. Heavenly daughters, answer your mothers call. By the light that binds realms appear.” The air hummed. Then— Rays of blue hue brilliance erupted across the battlefield, piercing through the storm clouds like divine spears. The light twisted, softened, then took form. From each ray emerged a celestial woman, their bodies made of luminescent blue mist, hair glowing like cosmic rivers, eyes glowing with ancient healing powers. They stepped forward in unison, holy, silent, radiant. The battlefield trembled at their arrival. —————— One of the celestial women stepped forward, her form shimmering like a living constellation. Her eyes twin stars, fixed on a massive scorpion c

If she couldn't have him, if she couldn't win, then neither could that pathetic human girl. Her hand moved with supernatural speed, drawing a jagged, cursed blade from the folds of her silk dress. The weapon was ancient and forged in darkness, possessing an edge sharp enough to cut through souls. "If I can't have you, she'll never have you either!" she declared with madness and bitter hatred. Before Zavian could do anything but watch in absolute horror, Yuna plunged the blade deep into her own heart. The sound it made was wet and completely obscene. She twisted the hilt, ensuring maximum damage so there would be no coming back from this.

Isadora's expression changed showing Yuna that it was still not good. " Unfortunately, there is no progress. I'm afraid...we should all prepare for the worst." Hearing Isadora say those words made it even worse. Was there really no hope. Yuna didn't want to believe that it would simply be the end of Mercedes. It was unacceptable. She is the last white wolf blessed by the Moon Goddess herself. She had been giving it her all in training and sacrificed everything to get strong enough to defeat her enemy. This couldn't be how her light went out. Yuna couldn't believe that.

Remy (eyes wide, voice low): “Celeste… what the hell did you do all summer?” Celeste (quiet, almost shy): “Trained. Every single night. Dacia and Elowene stopped holding back. They said if I was going to wait six months for my coyote, I’d better be worth coming home to.” I raise the katana. A perfect circle of crimson runes ignites in the air around me, spinning, interlocking, humming with power. Lightning forks from the sky, threads through the runes, and fuses with the blade until the whole thing is wrapped in living scarlet electricity.

Through the system. Dylan turns toward me fully now. His hands slide to my shoulders, steady and warm. “Hailey,” he says softly. “Yeah?” “If this works… we change everything.” I look up at the sky. At the armada descending. At the living presence rising to meet it. Then back at him. “Then let’s make it count.” The first Architect weapon fires. A beam of pure white energy tears downward from the sky. And the battle for Earth begins.

Monty’s already pale face drains and a feral sound breaks from his lips as he charges forward, disappearing into the array of fighting, his massive body shredding anything and anyone in his path. We are pressed further back, the few remaining fighters and Rome’s small group of pack warriors fighting with everything we have. Everything comes to a stop as we circle around our Luna, trying to provide her with a barrier of protection. Anything to keep her body safe. I do not know why I brought her to this spot. My first assumption is that she might heal completely laying here and make her way into accepting her fate and she would grow powerful. Wishful thinking for the man who killed her, or at

It was like they were hypnotized and lost in their own minds. The council members sat paralyzed on their thrones, the unexpected display of power leaving them mortified and frozen. They were celestials... ones who had seen eons old war and possessed powers that are mighty and unparalleled. They were literally invincible, yet... this girl... this young celestial seemed to possess far greater powers even without any molding or guidance. And it shook them to their cores as they understood the gravity of the situation. They were right to be afraid of the treasured child of the moon and they had to bring her down.

The woman is the last one to introduce herself. “I am Luna, the first moon sword-bearer.” She stands up from her throne and in her left hand appeared a sword with flaming white fire. The ghosts walked backward and Luna passed the sword to her. Karla looked at the sword. She is not sure if she is gonna accept it. She closed her eyes. If they trust her, then she needs to accept it. She accepted the sword. When it was in her hands, she can feel the warmth and the power. She opened he eyes and she saw that Luna removed the crown from her head.