Moonlight Butterfly Weapon Novels & Stories

Once she disappears into her office again, I rifle through the box, wondering if this will be enough of a comfort when Amelia finds out her parents aren’t looking for her after all. I pause half-way down the empty hallway as something glints under the baby blanket in the torchlight. Gingerly pulling it out, I bring the knife closer to the torchlight to better examine it. It’s silver. Why would Amelia’s mother have a silver weapon unless… My chest feels heavy, like I’m fighting for breath, as I turn the knife over in my hand. There, on the other side, a half-sun and half-moon melded together is etched on the handle. It’s a symbol known to very few as belonging to the leader of the Sun Warrior

It was mine. Tonight, nothing felt predictable. The moon had risen huge and white, not soft but stark—like a coin hammered flat and nailed to the sky. Its light made edges cruelly clear. The moss didn’t blur into shadow; it glittered with frost. My breath came out in ghosts. The air was so sharp with pine and damp soil that I tasted it, resin and metal at the back of my tongue. Somewhere far away, water moved. Somewhere closer, something else did.

“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.

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.

A voice, which is soft but firm, echoes in my mind. "Use the moonlight," it says. "The moon is your ally, Hazel. Channel its power." I glance up, seeing the full moon shining brightly, almost as if it’s reaching out to me. I raise my sword, and the blade catches the moonlight, shining with a type of ethereal glow. Hunter lunges at me, but this time, I'm ready. I sidestep his attack, feeling the moon's energy coursing through me. My movements are fluid and effortless.