Moonlight Butterfly Weapon Novels & Stories

Swoosh!!! Wynton emerged from the pit and soared into the sky. “Impressive.” A dazzling long sword materialized in his hand. It was none other than the Yaneiri Clan’s legendary weapon, the Moonlit Sword. Wynton gripped onto the Moonlit Sword and began rapidly moving around James. Countless Sword Energies and inscriptions filled the arena to form a Sword World. James was instantly trapped in Wynton’s Sword World, and a crushing pressure fell on his body. Even though he had extraordinary physical strength that made his flesh nearly indestructible, the force of Wynton’s Sword World was enough to cause injuries throughout his body.

Vayu said. "Is there any plan in mind?" Wilhelmina asked. Lars looked at his Scion friends one by one, then grinned. "None whatsoever." Everyone smiled, and in perfect unison, all of their Scion Weapons materialized. Lars' Celestial Calibur emitted a white light like that of first dawn. Mell's Balor glowed amber and seeped to the ground he stood on. Rachelia's Hellbriar Scythe gleamed a menacing crimson in its blade. Wilhelmina's Cocytus Claws were cold and misty, bringing her own personal winter. Lastly, Vayu's Arcus Ignis enveloped him in all the colors in the world.

The cavern walls trembled as they battled, each blow echoing through the chamber. Meanwhile, Luna frantically searched the area for any weapon that could aid them. Her gaze fell upon a glimmering dagger, enshrined with ancient runes, meant to channel the power of the moonstone. Acting on instinct, she lunged for the dagger, gripping it tightly in her hand.

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

Her parents moved around her in hurried, anxious steps, their voices hushed but sharp. “Lysandra,” her mother said, kneeling before her. Her usually warm brown eyes were frantic, darting to the windows as if expecting something to burst through at any moment. “Listen to me, sweetheart. You need to be brave tonight. Can you do that for me?” Lysandra nodded, clutching the edge of her mother’s shawl. Her father appeared then, his face pale and drawn. He was holding a knife—no, not a knife. But a dagger. The blade gleamed faintly, intricate runes etched into its surface.

“The prophecy was never meant to allow both paths. The pact was broken long before you ever touched her soul. And now the magic bleeds.” I stared at them all, heart hammering. “There has to be another way.” “There is. But it demands blood.” Of course it did. They extended a skeletal hand, conjuring a small platform of starlight. Upon it lay a blade I had only heard of in whispered legends—the Moonshard Blade. A curved weapon made entirely from obsidian crystal, yet pulsing like it was alive. Veins of silver light moved across its edges like breath. I didn’t touch it.

"We can't let it exist at all. Not even here. Not even in memory." The air grows thick, heavy with ancient power. "I brought you here to destroy it," she says in a low voice. " The weapon was forged from these waters. And can only be destroy by these water. The pool darkens again, the images it displayed replaying in my mind. "How do we destroy it?" Cyre reaches into her robes and draws forth small shards of moonstone wrapped in black thorn. It pulses once in her palm. All three moonstones. Each to represent a mother.

The girls had chosen this spot for its energy—a natural convergence point where the earth’s magic pooled like water. Freda lit the black candles with a whispered word, their flames burning unnaturally blue. Pru scattered a circle of salt mixed with crushed obsidian, the grains glittering like crushed stars. Rita laid out the parchment—yellowed with age, borrowed from Gogo’s private stash—and the silver dagger, its blade etched with runes. "Ready?" Freda asked. Rita nodded. Pru grinned.

She staggered again. Kept moving. "You are demon. You destroy." "I am Moonblood. I protect," Luna replied. Another step. "You are Moonblood. You submit." "I am demon. I endure," Luna shot back. Another step. Twenty feet. Ten left. The light so bright now it should have blinded her. But through integrated eyes— Through eyes that saw with both natures simultaneously— She saw the relic clearly. At the center. Small. Impossibly small for what it powered. A carved stone disc.