Zoisite Sailor Moon Novels & Stories

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.

Just like me. But it’s not the truth of what he is that rattles me most. It’s what he said: Finding me tonight. Because tonight, there’ll be a full moon.

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.

It felt at that moment like I was going to combust and I clinched my fist trying to hold onto the progress I had made holding my Goddess’ side back. The moonstone’s power at that moment began to intertwine with my own being, and I realized at that moment the power from the moonstone was binding itself to me, since it couldn’t get to my Goddess’ side. Instead of fighting it like I had been doing, I let it take a hold of me hoping that my gut instinct at the moment was correct.

“Take another look.” I traced the golden chain and then took a closer look at the medallion. I took a deep breath. A craftsman had delicately etched a crescent moon with a star hanging overhead. A tiny gleaming pearl decorated the star. Underneath the star and the moon were the markings of ocean waves. I realized that this was a relic of Elevan, the sister of Diantha. Elevan was the patron goddess of all healers – she was the waves of the water that moved by the command of Diantha. Our blood was comprised in part by water, and so Elevan had a hold on us all. And like the tides of the ocean, our lives could ebb and flow. Where did I remember that story? Deep reserves of emotion suddenly bubbl

Amaris nodded confused by the Oracle’s cryptic words. “My time here is finally coming to an end. You will inherit all of your birthright. That is right Mari. Your mother was my great granddaughter. You are the last in my line, and when I go all I have and all that I am will pass to you. You must also know that your mother was also the last living descendent on earth of Selene. Yes the very same Selene, goddess of the moon and the one who had 50 children. Someone has hunted both our families to near extinction. In you lies the culmination of Three powerful gods. Titans and Olympians both. You must master your power and bring all the tribes together in order for them to survive. It is importan

(Zoe's mate. It felt as if there was a hole in my chest. My mate, my Luna ,Zoe looked pale and white. After years of looking for her, I found her like this. Moon goddess, I need her. I really really need her. I placed my lips on her cold forehead.

She wasn’t predictable. He leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled, eyes locked on her. Every muscle in her body screamed readiness, but beneath the fury and defiance, he felt the tremor in her pulse, the subtle rhythm that told him she had just touched something far bigger than her. Something she wasn’t ready to understand. The symbol she had found. His chest tightened slightly as he remembered the burned crate. The crescent moon crossed by three claw slashes. He had seen it before on bloodied uniforms, tattooed on forearms, carved into doors where wolves had disappeared without trace.

A mole for the enemy. “That's... That's not possible.” Commander Zeus argues firmly. But even beneath his firm denial, I hear a tremor in his voice. I hear shock in his voice. One that reveals the doubt lurking beneath his claim. Slowly, I rise to my feet, dusting the wet earth from my hands. The rain still falls in slow droplets around us. “Really? You don't even believe your own claim, Commander.” I sneer, watching him. My eyes flick to the shining bracelet wound around his wrist. The glittering moonstone attached to it. Weakening me. Preventing me from morphing in his presence. A moonstone bound by powerful witch magic.