Butterfly Moonlight Novels & Stories

she protested, her voice tinged with worry and doubt. I held her firmly, conveying safety and love through my touch. "That’s not true," I said, my voice low and full of conviction. "Having you by my side is my greatest advantage." I kissed her neck, feeling her shiver under my touch as the eclipse reached its peak, aligning the Earth between the Moon and the Sun. A divine glow enveloped everything, and suddenly, white butterflies appeared, swirling around Callie’s body. Each butterfly landed softly over her eyes, radiating an intense magical light like the glow of the Moon. The light seemed to fill her eyes with new life.

It felt like you were being hugged by the warm rays of the sun and all I could do was just stand there, feeling it all over my body, listening to the crashing waves, and smelling the salty water. A few minutes later, the place fades to a comforting black, everything turning into twilight. When the darkness settles, the bees and butterflies go home, while moths and bats take to the sky. And there she is. The Moon Goddess appears with a gorgeous dim and dusty glow. The stark beauty of her is calming and soothing, even after the toughest of days. She is always the light in the darkness. I found myself taking a seat, my feet dangling by the edge, my palms on the grass, and my head looking right

Maybe even something that calls to the same part of me that never belonged in the human world. Anthony’s voice bursts through the open screen door, “Mom! Moon caught a butterfly!” I smile and step out onto the deck. The sun filters through the trees, casting gold across the yard. Moon’s dark curls bounce as she runs in circles around Anthony, her hands cupped carefully over something small. Anthony’s grinning ear to ear, his cheeks flushed from playing. “Be gentle,” I call out. Moon opens her hands slowly, and a bright orange butterfly flutters up into the warm air. Both of them cheer, clapping and jumping like they’ve just discovered magic.

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.

Dominic had mentioned this area to me before as one where no plants could survive due to the acidic soil and the dark, filthy spirits that lingered in it. “What the—” I gasped as I turned around with wide, dreaded eyes. And then I looked at the butterflies that left the place as if someone had sent them for me to lead me into this place. That’s when I looked up at the sky and the full, silvery moon and smiled awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to feel. “Are you showing me the way to where this thing is?” I asked the Moon Goddess in a whisper. “Are you watching me from up there?”

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.

I wait til I hear feel the cold air drifting into the kitchen and the soft sound of a door closing before glancing into the hallway again. Through the doors glass I could see Embers back to me. The left side of her body was eliminated white from the moon and her hair looked like silver threads as they hung down her back. Creeping towards the door she shifts and a second later a see a silvery gold wolf dashing across the snow, her body low as she ran.

Lily. Liam didn’t even think about his feet or his legs or anything as he pumped himself, pushing his muscles to run to her as if he was trying to make a touchdown. He was screaming for her, begging for her to come to him, but she wasn’t moving. She was bleeding from her neck, and was incredibly pale. When Liam took her into his arms, she was cold. The blue in her eyes was disappearing. “Lily, oh my Lily,” Liam cried. “No no no, look at me baby. Baby look at me. Please, please,” He begged her. He begged her with everything in his belief system. He begged and begged.

"Wait, we have to change during the full moon, but how can I change during the day? The moon wasn't out the other day, but I had no problem snarling at Agent Stanton." Derek grinned, "The moon doesn't have to be out for you to change. It's still there in the sky, you just can't see it during the day." That made sense, sort of. "Anything else?" "Yes. One more thing. We can't have children. Werewolves are sterile." That was surprising. "Why?"

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."