Moonlight Butterfly Horn Novels & Stories

On day 40, Luna’s Heart did something new. It didn’t speak to Ash. It spoke to Ori. The pup’s eyes went wide. He wasn’t scared. You have two gray spots, the moon said. The voice was in Ori’s chest. One for me. One for you. Will you carry me when I’m tired? Ori, age 5, nodded solemn. “Yes.” The moon pulsed. A petal fell. Not pink. Not white. Not gray. Clear. Like glass. Like water. Like air.

​I heard Draven hiss before shooting me a glare, clearly annoyed that I was questioning his "Almighty Highness." ​“It’s not just any bracelet, Adriana. It contains an herb called Vervain, and it protects you from getting compelled,” he finally spilled, turning to look at me. I could feel my eyes widen in disbelief. “But I suppose you already knew that when you received it, didn’t you, doll face?” ​He accused me in an irritated tone, and I shook my head in protest, sitting up on my bed. “I swear...” ​“Either way, I want you to take it off,” he muttered, cutting me off.

Even Kael. Even, she saw it from the corner of her eye. Vara? something furious and terrified crossing her face before she too reluctantly, inevitably, bent. Selene stood in the center of a bowing pack, silver light pouring from her skin, the moon pressing down on her like a crown. She didn't know what she was. But the wolves did. They had always known. Moon-touched, the old stories whispered. Born of wolf and spirit. Rare. Powerful. Every wolf alive will one day kneel.

She held my hand tight, ensuring I didn’t break away. I could feel it—something unusual and powerful was happening. I couldn't scream or shout, but I believed that whatever it was would bring me the peace of mind I truly deserved. The incantations lasted for an hour. My mother’s face was covered in sweat, as was mine. Blood dripped from her forehead down to her nose, but she didn't care. Finally, she opened her eyes, and they were a vivid green. Mine were green as well. “Today, Yvonne, I hand over the powers of the moon to you. As long as you wish, the moon will remain hidden. The day you bring forth your child into this world, only then will the moon surface again,” she said with determinat

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

The logical part of me said that it was just a coincidence, but I couldn’t stop myself from imagining for a moment, just a moment, that maybe… Maybe it wasn’t. Luna Moths were very symbolic in werewolf culture—often seen as a gift from the Moon Goddess herself. It was just a legend, but it was nice to imagine. Silver Star… Quickly, I shook my head as if to dispel that thought. Me and my stupid brain, making connections that didn’t exist. My friends and I continued through the rest of the exhibit, gawking at the butterflies and taking countless pictures. As we eventually made our way toward the exit, craving something sweet and unhealthy for lunch, I clutched the small bag carefully, feeling

And on the other side of the tower, past the poisoned heart of the Citadel, a sound which no one had heard in years. A horn. Deep. Old. Silver in pitch and death in intent. The True Luna's horn. Perfera stumbled back, her magic blasting out of control. The black flame in her palm hissed, danced then was extinguished. "No," she said again, this time breaking. "She burned. I saw her scream.". Miyal was standing tall now, surrounded by light that pulsed in rhythm to that terrible, divine horn. Her chains lay in fragments. Her lips trembled as she addressed Perfera once again:

Each arch shimmered with a different color. Blue, rippling like a river. Red, flickering like flame. Green, alive with curling vines and the smell of fresh soil. White, moving with invisible currents of air that made Luna’s skin prickle. At the center, where the Moonlight struck, lay a simple stone disc, etched with the crescent that had once burned itself into her skin. Luna’s breath caught. Her heart hammered. No one else stood with her. No Orion. No pack. No ancestors, visible at least.

That thing should be celebrated, but her mother saw it in a different light. “Maybe your mother was just surprised by the news. Let’s wait until everything sinks into her.” He planted a kiss on her temple and pulled away. Sebastian cupped her cheeks. “This is our miracle, my love. And no matter what happens, we will celebrate her life….” Irma nodded her head and kissed him on the lips. “WHY is the moon like that, Mother?” Luna asked as she looked up into the sky. A smile curved on Irma’s lips as she watched her child staring at the moon with so much fascination in her eyes.