Zoisite Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

I looked at her with my eye’s begging her to save me from this endless pit of choices for my crowning. “I don’t know.” I said with a sigh while turning to the designer. “What would you suggest? My mate is planning on my crowning for the blood moon in one month.” I finished watching as the wheels in his talented head turned. “Miss Black, I would suggest this emerald green. It matches your mates’ eyes and represents one of the main elements, earth, which are said to be strongest on the blood moon.” He pulled the most beautiful delicate looking fabric I had ever seen out of his bag.

The Solaris Chamber was a hall of glass and silver, designed to focus the light of the full moon onto a single, obsidian altar. The roof had been retracted, revealing the cold, indifferent eye of the Moon Goddess. In the center of the hall, Kaelen was suspended in a cage of silver-wire. He was no longer crying. He sat perfectly still, his stormy sea eyes fixed on the moon, his skin glowing with a faint, unnatural violet light.

I shifted it up, but when I pushed it into the middle, it locked in place, that the wolf’s eyes turned purple like glowing purple gems had been embedded in it. “Holy shit…” Trent whispered. The more lines of the poem I or Amos remembered, the easier assembling and moving the pieces around came. To the east, was the image of Shell Cove. Beneath that sections waves went a gilded, sparkling image of Atlantis and a swimming figure of Poseidon and his son, Triton. Above that was an image of the sky, complete with each phase of the moon. Each piece looked like it had been carved from moonstone.

Tristan proudly presented his weapon. - Selena? - Felix was surprised. -Have you met the goddess of the White Moon? Does she really exist? “It still exists,” William’s voice unexpectedly responded, “and not only Selena.” The guys turned to their dark-eyed friend. Felix, no longer able to contain his amazement, opened his mouth, and Tristan’s eyebrows flew up in surprise. On top of the usual “Onyx” attire was worn elegant armor, identical to Tantario’s armor, with the only difference being that the patterns on the iron were decorated with black silver, and the moon sign on the breastplate was cast in a dark blue color, in which one could barely discern a moonstone. Her loose hair was woven in

And I knew he disliked me already. Enzo turned to me. In his palms rested the Luna ring, forged from a single perfect moonstone that was so rare that the goddess delivered it herself, Legend said it had once belonged to the first Luna of Silverfang, the one who wove the original protection spell they said she could see Selene and talk to her.

“Are you kidding me? You just bared your soul to enchanted flame like it’s a dating confession?” The flame roared. Approved. “Oh come on!” she shouted. “What is this? A magical Tinder pit?!” “You heard it,” Khy said smugly. “Even ancient magic ships us.” Kala rolled her eyes so hard it echoed. But the flames parted. The floor beneath them shifted. And in the center rose a pedestal—on it, a crystal orb glowing silver-blue, pulsing with old lunar runes. The Moon Queen’s final record. Kala stepped toward it.

I asked her. “What’s what?” I stood up and moved the towel from her neck and there it was, as clear as day. A bright red triple moon emblem, just like symbol of the Moon Goddess. When Zee was unconscious after her attack, I remember seeing a pale pink crescent moon on the back of her neck. But this is different, the colour is darker and its grown. That’s not a usual birth mark. “What is it?” Zee asked, “It's uh, well, I don’t know what it is” I stuttered.

The object of their contention was no ordinary relic; it was said to hold the secrets to unlocking immense power, a power that could elevate one clan to supremacy over the others. The Moonstone Clan, led by the formidable Maryjane, an alpheno six-tailed werewolf, possessed the power of Selene, the supreme moon goddess. Her presence exuded an ethereal glow, her eyes shimmering with lunar energy, and her movements imbued with the grace of the night sky. Maryjane's strength lay in her ability to manipulate the moon's power, channeling its restorative and destructive forces to her will.

“Before I go, I wanted to give you something. A small gift, I didn’t want to hand it over to my maid, I wanted to give you myself as a welcome gift.” She pulled out a small round moon. “The moon,” she said. “Isn’t it beautiful?” I took it hesitantly. “Oh wow, thank you, this is beautiful.” The moment my fingers touched the glass, a strange warmth radiated from it. Zarek stepped closer. “What is it made of?” “Just something I picked up from the eastern coven markets,” Evelyn said breezily. “Blessed by the moon goddess. Supposed to bring peace and strength.”