Moonlight Butterfly Soul Novels & Stories

That’s what they are, the souls, that’s what the Moon goddess said. “What are souls?” Lucy asks me. Guess I said that aloud. “The swirling fog we see inside the Bloodstone. The Moon goddess told me she placed a part of herself, the first wolf, and the first witch inside there. So that really would be souls, I guess, not fog.”

It was a big mistake for him to lock me up here because I am the one suffering from the mistake made by others. I tried to run away several times but no matter how far I got, he still finds me. He seems to have memorized the twists and turns of this jungle and I have no choice but to surrender myself freely to him because no matter how much I try to escape, I am not succeeding. "I'm a mess." I said and laughed hysterically when I saw my whole body in a big mirror. Maybe this is my destiny. To suffer and live full of wounds and bruises all over my body. to be continued...

The black shiny cloudy hair of yours, Please honor me by showering them with rain. The deep ocean pearl eyes of yours, Can't wait, please let me dive into them. You are my destination, You are the one. I am here Moonlight; to you, for you, with you, There is no other place on the planet, I want to go or I would choose to go. You are my destination, You are the one. Yes, baby, You are the ONE; the only ONE..... ______________________________________

The medicinal fragrance emitting from it was rather strong, and there was even a subtle spiritual glow there. Recognizing it as the Moonlight Orchid, Severin knew that it thrived in locations where the energy from the stars were at its strongest. Its medicinal properties were rather potent, as it was able to enhance one's solar spirit and blood energy, not to mention serving as a key ingredient in refining numerous seventh-grade herbs. In terms of healing wounds, the Moonlight Orchid possessed a unique ability to restore one's solar spirit and defy the odds of recovery as long as one's life was not hanging by a thread.

Lynx trails back to Leis last words. "The light of the first moon will lead you to it. The chorus of the song that will wake her up in a dream. Fragments of fragments will show. Her powers can destroy or restore. Wicked is the heart that love and weaker is the love that steals. Who owns the priestess that no one can steal?" "Aeriol!" Lynx called out "We need to seal the flower" he said and jumps out from the window followed by Nathaniel and Aeriol. As dark disfigured shadows starts to crawl their way up on the fence.

Not the violent kind I'd seen in battles, but something older and deeper. A butterfly landed on my shoulder. Its wings shimmered like oil on water. "Don't touch it," Eden warned quickly. "Why?" "It's a memory moth. One touch and it'll show everyone your deepest secrets." I held very still until the butterfly flew away. "How much further?" Malachai asked. "We're here," Eden said. Ahead of us, the trees opened into a circular clearing. Ancient stones formed a perfect circle in the center. Each stone was carved with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them.

I wanted her — to see her, to hear her, to feel her — in dimensions I didn’t know, in ways I hadn’t ever before. Four of her spy butterflies emerged from her wrists, hovering above me, and I let out a chuckle. “Someone’s getting impatient, hmm?” I said in a low, hoarse voice. “You can blindfold my body, but there is no way you can blindfold my soul,” she said. I smirked, “then your soul should see what you do to my soul.” I unzipped my fly, pulling out my throbbing soul. I stroked my soul, peering right at her butterflies. I looked at Zeve and she gulped. The feverish tightness took over my whole body as I smirked, biting my bottom lips softly.

A flicker of defiance I hadn’t felt in years. I straightened my spine. “Then I won’t fail.” Moonveil’s expression softened, though her eyes still gleamed with warning. “See that you don’t.” The ground beneath me began to fade, the silver light dimming as her figure started to dissolve. But her voice lingered, echoing around me, filling every corner of my fading consciousness. “Remember who you are, Lyra. You are not a lost lover searching for her mate. You are the chosen vessel of the Moon. You are strength. You are will. You are balance. When you call, the elements will answer.”

Her thoughts were more vulnerable in the woods, he could see her through her mental and emotional state. As he reached the clearing in the woods, he could see Selena sitting in front of a tree, deep in meditation. Ethan used his special power, the ability to read minds, to peer into her thoughts. He saw flashes of her childhood, the trauma she had gone through. He also saw her current state of mind, she was peaceful, but not quite as bright as before. He wondered what had caused this change. Ethan saw something stir in the bushes. He focused on it, and realized that it was a rogue werewolf. This werewolf was known for attacking the weaker and smaller packs. Ethan knew that Selena fell in tha

Suddenly, a spirit moth, its wings shimmering like captured starlight, emerged from the fading sun. It had wings that sparkled like stars. Beautiful and mysterious. The moth landed lightly on the flower petals. Its glowing wings shined with the sunset. It didn't leave. It just rested there quietly. Like it was guarding the simple monument. The sea breeze kept blowing. The moth's wings fluttered gently. Like it was saying goodbye to Selene in the distance.