Moonlight Butterfly Weapon Novels & Stories

“Well, she had mentioned that it was not one man, but three.” Elio’s eyes started to get dark out of anger. “My little girl!” “That’s why I didn’t tell you, but you know you cannot resist the mate bond. Anyway, she told me earlier that she was at Moonlit pack. The event is at Moonlit pack. The men are at Moonlit pack. You know what that means?”, Leonora looked at her husband expectantly, waiting for the penny to drop. “Oh shit.”, Elio whispered. “Yes. What is one of them is Griffin?”, Leonora stated.

The shard's radiance burst, devouring all in its path. And one idea raged in my head as the mayhem engulfed the world around me. The Moon's Eye was a weapon as well as a source of power. It wasn't only me who knew how to utilize it, either.

At the center of the room lay the new weapon Damien had spoken so much about—the one that, in theory, could kill a lycan. Damien looked up from his workstation and his eyes lit up the moment he saw me. “You’re just in time,” he said with a rare grin. “We’ve made real progress.” The weapon was much smaller than I expected. Not bulky or intimidating, but sleek—almost elegant. A lightweight dart-like device with a silver casing, engraved with runes I didn’t recognize. I stepped closer to examine it, and Damien held it up proudly like a prized invention. “This is the latest version,” he explained, “refined for ease of use. You don’t throw it. It’s launched from a handheld tube. Minimal recoil. M

The moment my fingers touched the handle— Pain exploded through my body. I screamed. Images flashed before my eyes. The First Luna holding the same sword. The first Alpha standing beside her. The Moon Court kneeling. Kaelen screaming. Blood. Fire. Death. Then a voice. Only the one who rejects the Moon may wield the Moon's blade. I opened my eyes. The sword was still in my hand. The creature watched me. "Do you know what it is?" "No." "The Moonfang." I looked at the blade. "What does it do?"

Every crystal sang. Every ancient statue released silver light. "I am the Moonborn." The General's smile slowly faded. "And as long as I draw breath..." Elara raised her hand, and a magnificent silver spear formed from pure moonlight. Its blade shimmered with ancient runes. The air around it vibrated with unimaginable power. "I will never let your master touch this world." The General's eyes narrowed. Then it laughed. A laugh that echoed through the entire sanctuary. "Then prove it." With a thunderous roar, the General charged.

The way he’d said goodbye without saying it. Pain surged through my chest, and the light responded. It hardened between my palms, forming an edge, a hilt, and a blade of pure lunar fire—the Moonlight Dagger. When I opened my eyes, it glowed like a piece of the moon itself—white-hot, shimmering, alive. Lyria exhaled in awe. “Selene… It’s beautiful.” Beautiful. Deadly. Mine. I tightened my grip around the hilt. The blade pulsed in response, syncing to the beat of my heart.

We bent to read the plaque. "Luna Jessica of the Blood Moon pack, the second of the pack to be Corrupted, victim of the Silver Hands." the plaque read. "Your mother," Mabel told me. She walked to a cabinet I hadn't noticed and got out a round, white rock. It was big enough to fit in the cup of her palms. "Moon rock," she told me. "Harnesses the light of the moon. It captures moonlight, and releases it when the user needs it."

everyone echoed, their voices creating a thunder of their own. The armory was controlled chaos. Marcus oversaw the distribution of Moonbane weapons—daggers that could disrupt dark magic, arrows tipped with purification runes, even a few experimental bombs that I swore would work. "You swear, or you hope?" one warrior asked nervously, eyeing the glowing devices. "Bit of both," I admitted with a tired smile. "But hey, worst case scenario, we all die together. That's kind of beautiful if you think about it." The warrior stared at me like I'd grown a second head.

Luckily, Luna was able to evade the attack by shouting, "Lunar Shield!" A silvery transparent shield appeared around her as the boy's blow bounced off and sent him stumbling back a few feet. "What a cowardly way to fight! Svantovit, lend me your strength!" On his left hand a heavy ornamental gold ring glowed, and in both hands appeared a weapon with a long golden hilt. The blade glinted a crimson red color. Gripping the weapon's handle, he launched it straight at the shield as Luna watched with horror as her protection shield showed a pattern of cracks from the impact.

It swings open and I pull out two long swords. The crawlers are already clawing and hammering at the walls and the barrier. “Those weapons won’t work… Only light can vanquish them,” she says as I pull on the pants. “What about moonlight?” I ask, looking up at her. She frowns slightly. “Moonlight can help heal their wounds, do you think…” she trails off, understanding my train of thought before tilting her head and looking at me. “The moon holds power, and if it’s needed to heal from their dark touch, then surely it can help vanquish them. Right?” I ask, cocking a brow.