Eclipsa Butterfly Fanart Novels & Stories

Jax shouted, his voice trembling. The Hub erupted into a symphony of screaming fans. The violet light surged out of Elena’s eyes and into the city’s grid. On the monitors, her signature shattered into a million tiny sparks. Outside, the black triangles of the Obsidian Circle suddenly banked hard, their sensors overwhelmed by a million false positives.

"I am Vladimir Boa, the beta of the Havoc Moon pack. I am in charge of knocking some things into our Alpha's head and helping him guide and guard our territory." "My name is Okao Villa, the gamma of this pack. A pleasure to meet and officially know you, Luna," the guy with a beard and mustache said. She smiled sweetly. "T-Thank you and my pleasure to meet you, too." "So, are we going to do the mating process now?" Renata giggled.

I had a small conversation with her before I came here, and by conversation I mean I yelled at her for five minutes straight and warned her that I was going to kick her out of my house if she ever decided to pull a move like the one she did today when she sent Ella that video. Letting out a sigh, I walked further in to the art studio and stood next to Ella to admire her art. It was quite captivating. My eyes bounced from one flying butterfly to the next. Some were flapping their wings while others were just showing off the crazy patters on their wings. One specific butterfly caught my attention. Ella had painted it with black and purple in different shades. It was larger than the rest of the

--- As the final surge of energy flowed into the synthesizer, Ethan cried out in pain, his body convulsing under the strain. “Ethan!” I screamed, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m fine,” he gasped, though his voice was weak. I didn’t believe him. I couldn’t. I rushed to the controls, my hands trembling as I tried to stabilize the energy flow. “Stay with me,” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face. “Please, Ethan. Stay with me.” “I’m here,” he said softly, his voice barely audible. The glow around him began to fade, and I knew the process was complete. The synthesizer hummed softly, the vial containing the cure glowing faintly on the other side of the chamber.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

Unraveling the dark thread that kept his corruption alive. Caius raised the dagger and with it, cut through a shimmering tether that stretched from Malakar into the ether. Malakar screamed. And light returned. Not without cost. The temple collapsed. Lira fell to her knees, drained to the edge of death. Caius collapsed beside her. But they were alive. The vision flickered. Warped. Then came a final image—a child with silver-blue eyes, standing in a field of wildflowers. Watching the sky.

Whatever was happening, it was bad enough to make him look like he was about to explode. I scanned the crowd and found Lucifer leaning against a pillar, watching me. For the first time in my life, I saw something in his eyes that wasn’t mockery. It was… concern. Real or not, I didn’t know. But the sight of the split in his lip where my fist had landed sent a strange ripple through me. I barely had time to wonder about it because then I saw him. The Lycan Prince from the North. Tall, broad-shouldered, with an expression that made the air in the room feel heavier. I’d heard stories about him since I was a kid—stories of battles, of brutal strength, of a hunger for power that rivaled even the o

And when I reached the garden, I stopped dead. Calita was speaking. Talking. Words. “…you must promise me, Harold,” she begged, speaking to the Messenger. “She is an eclipse-born, but she is still a child and she doesn’t know of it yet. I found her abandoned— terrified, and I took her and raised her. I raised her good so please promise me you’ll help guide her over there and help her control her emotions. You cannot let them discover what she is.” The mute maid said, pleading.

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?

Her left sleeve was torn, the collarbone beneath raw and bleeding where he had pressed a cigarette ember shaped like a butterfly—his signature. “Mariposas negras (Black butterflies). para mi mariposa infiel (for my unfaithful butterfly),” Esteban’s voice crooned from the shadows. His men had pinned her down as he heated his custom brass lighter—a moth-wing design—and seared her skin. Now, the damn things fluttered everywhere, their wings dusted with a neurotoxin that made the air taste like burnt almonds.