Moonlight Butterfly Horn Novels & Stories

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.

Lalaine was shocked when she found Stella laying on the floor, the moon light illuminates her like flittering lights in the night. The crystal orbs surrounds her, slowly lifting her from the ground. She immediately called out Nana, Aeriol, Nathaniel, and Lynx. Aeriol immediately pull out Stella from the illuminating light and lay her to bed. Nathaniel and Lynx looks out the window and saw a beautiful red rose. As if the moon light blessing it. The more light it absorb, the radiant the color gets. Lynx trails back to Leis last words.

She stood tall behind her wooden table, her eyes trained directly on my face while Thorne secured the deadbolt behind us. “You are not dying of a winter fever, Luna,” Lira stated, “And your wolf has not abandoned you out of weakness or rejection.” My breath hitched, and I curled my hands tight waiting for her to finish. She laid a ledger on the table, its parchment pages stained with dust. “Thorne and I retrieved Master Eldrin's scrolls last night. We found records of what is rotting your insides. It is a forbidden substance called Moonbane.”

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.

Mino immediately smiled and showed me a butterfly with black wings and a blood-red body. While feeling the overwhelming dread, I hurriedly shoved the butterfly away from his palm. "Entrante! Let's go!" I yelled as I swiftly lifted Kypper and we took off running away from the river. No! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The terror and pounding in my chest have rendered me virtually deafening. "What's going on?" Mino wondered as he ran alongside me. "That butterfly is a Lastreias!" I exclaimed frightened as I grasped Mino's hand to flee faster. "What the hell is that?" he questioned, perplexed, as we abruptly exited the forest.

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.