Zoisite Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

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?

Anyone with that sort of tool could kill an Innate Grader. Logan chuckled mockingly and threw a Marshall Punch. The sun disc behind him radiated golden rays. Suddenly, a moon arose out of Rhea's body. It was very cool and bitter, almost chilling to the bone. The temperature dropped to an insane low. "What is that?!" The crowd looked up and stared at the moon. "The Azure Moon. The founder's Spiritool she created for herself," Seiros muttered. A crescent moon hidden inside the moon had begun to spin. Intricate patterns were carved on it as it spun to radiate beautiful moonlight.

said the crown . " They were talking about a prophecy , what was it about ?" asked Cynthia . " The prophecy states ... The moon princess has access to powers beyond one's imagination and can't be killed .However no one is immortal , you can only be killed by the only Demon left from the bloodline of your father as he is the strongest Demon in existence .You both are linked .Either he kills your or you kill him on the bloody moon day or you both die . If you both die the balance of nature would be disturbed and it could cause destruction in all the three worlds . Your magic won't work on him his magic won't work on him and his magic won't work on you . This is the way you could know who he is

I was beyond confused and so was Grayson. "No! That's impossible!" Alpha exclaimed to the Luna. Getting up to join her at the bookshelf where she was looking for some book. "Will someone tell us what is going on?!" Grayson could see I was anxious and he was to. "Oh yes." The Luna stops what she was doing and looked over at me and Emma. She walked towards us and pulled up a chair next to Emma. "Emma. The reason you have this special power is because of the Violet Moon. The Violet Moon, is the one night every decade when the Moon Goddess visits her chosen one and chooses the next one. It's a way for her to see our world. A chosen one is a wolf with immense beauty. Beauty more than anyone can e

Lily stands behind her mate, a frowning but curious look on her face. I sit back on my heels. Closing my eyes, I breathe deeply and exhale a few times until I’m calm, thanks to the few times I trained with Zayne, it’s easier for me to get there. The Abbot approaches me, and in his hands, he holds a weird rock that emits a faint glow. “This is a moon stoned. It holds the power of the moon, one of the few blessed artifacts from the goddess herself. We have been charged with keeping it safe” he passes the rock to me; I accept it with both hands after a moment of hesitation.

His tiger eyes landed at me, looking at me for a second too long before he said, “My name is Azrael. I am the Alpha of the Moon Goddess White Moon’s warriors.”

Rowan's POV The warm air of the study filled the air, the soft flickering lamp illuminated the room as the soft flipping sound of papers disturbed the silence. My eyes scanned the scroll thoroughly, unable to really grasp what it meant. “A moon born Omega?” I raised an eyebrow. It said here about an old legend of the Moon born Omega, born once every thousand years, believed to be capable of a lot more than being just blessed by the mood goddess. This was new, and really interesting.

The pack parted, and I saw her. Isora was walking toward me, her heels silent on the stone path, her hair flowing down her back like a river of silk. The moonlight caught the dark strands and turned them to silver, and her hazel eyes were fixed on mine, burning with a fire that I had become familiar wirh. She was wearing a gown that caught the moonlight and turned it to liquid silver, the fabric flowing around her like water, the bodice fitted and the neckline low, revealing the crescent moon mark on her neck that was glowing silver and bright. Sea blue crystals were woven into the fabric, catching the light and sparkling like stars, and I could not breathe. She was breathtaking.

From the shadows, black smoke-like tendrils waft into view, shifting and taking shape, like a work of sorcery. Sulfur-golden eyes burn through the mist, and a chill that has nothing to do with the night's breeze rattles my bones. We've found the Lycan.

Louisa's POV "Is that a..." "Amazing, right? You just can't take your eyes off it." I looked at the image in the catalog. It was a headless statue made of precious moonstone. Decades ago, Alpha Shay from the Aberrant Canines sent seven maidens to blast the entire Kanz Mountain into an ocean of fire. From that one, the moonstone mines were sealed permanently, which was why moonstones were really scarce and precious. "But it's broken. Where's the head?" I asked.