Moonlight Butterfly Weapon Novels & Stories

After picking up the weapons they needed, Griffin unconsciously offered Altamunar's staff to Luna, which she quickly tossed to Ashford to avoid anything from happening. Griffin just gave her a casual look and took out various weapons. Ashford was given a mystical blade, while Neon was given a diabolic sword. Phoebe, on the other hand, was given an iron bow. Luna picked the weapon she could handle: a sun and moon dagger. She was not really good at weapons, but she was going to give it a shot. Here they were, getting out of the direwolves, with shivering Phoebe by her side. Ashford had his blade tucked to his side and the staff wrapped in a huge cloth and strapped to his back.

Seeing that they aren't falling for the bait but still wanting to push it off as much as possible, Kirou gave them both class-specific weapons, a short bow for Reya and twin daggers for Navi, both of which were ranked . Weapon: Moon Bow Weapon Level: 20 Weapon Type: Rare Weapon Requirements: +70 Att, +30 Dex Weapon Attack: 275-350 +70 dexterity +5% chance to generate a that deals 75% damage of any arrow skill used. has a 30% chance to deal critical damage on impact Description: A short bow made to honor the moon, generates a mirror arrow to signify the moon's reflection within a lake. Suitable for archers and rangers.

It could cleanse all evil in the world, and it shot right toward Titanzilla. Hardy, the Silver Moon Sky Wolf, unleashed his most talented Divine Technique, Cathode Freezing Light. A white flash of light pillar shot out from the silver moon on his forehead. The freezing aura coming from it chilled everyone's hearts. Andre, the Andromeda Tiger, roared. His roar shook the sky, and golden blades fell onto Titanzilla like a shower of flowers from the sky. As a metal-attribute Divine Beast, every golden blade was equivalent to divine-level mid-grade weapons. They were exceptionally sharp.

I figure that's good enough. I tilt my head down and look through my camera's viewfinder again. The sight immediately makes me hold my breath for a second. The almost-full moon is there in all its radiant splendor. Its silvery glow weaves a spell over the night, and finally I reach forward to click the shutter. As I lose myself in the rhythmic trance of capturing lunar beauty, a distant wolf's howl becomes a haunting melody through the woods. Abruptly, the lens darkens, and for a second I wonder if a black cloud has suddenly obscured my view. When I pull back to check though, I gasp.

Her vision swam. But Lucky wasn’t done. He dipped silver-tipped pliers into wolfsbane, a vicious poison that was life threatening to werewolves, then yanked off one of her fingernails. One. By. One. “You were never supposed to be much of anything, you could have remained the dumb Luna who was an alcoholic,” he whispered. “But you wouldn’t just behave and sit quietly. So now, I’m going to kill you properly. And I’m going to enjoy every second of it.”

Behind it lay the Lunaris Blade—a weapon forged by the first Moon Blessed, imbued with the essence of starlight and sorrow. Selene had never touched it. Until now. She whispered the incantation, voice steady. The runes flared to life. The door groaned open. And the chamber beyond seemed to hold its breath. There, atop a stone pedestal, lay the blade—its hilt wrapped in lunar silk, its edge gleaming faintly as if lit from within. The moment her fingers closed around it, a wave of energy surged up her arm—pain and clarity in equal measure. Visions danced behind her eyes: fire, fangs, Lucian’s smile twisted in triumph… and a throne of bone rising from ash.

And just like that, everything else dropped away. “…no way.” The words came out quietly, not forced, not exaggerated, just genuine as he stared at what was sitting in front of him. The weapon. The one from the bottom of the lake. The one that hadn’t moved. The one he hadn’t been able to pull free— until now. Riley opened it fully, his attention narrowing as the information settled into place. Luna Eclipse Bow. Tier — Soulbound Mythic. Level — 1. For a moment, he didn’t react at all, his mind stalling just long enough that the words didn’t quite connect to what they meant.

Its arms stretched like branches of a dying tree, its face a hollow void, and when it roared— The sky tore. But we didn’t stop. Not now. Not ever. I threw the Moonfang first. It spun like a silver star, slicing through the air and burying itself in the creature’s chest. It didn’t stagger—it laughed, a sound like grinding glass. “You bring mortal weapons into a place that devours time?” it hissed. I skidded to a stop, raised my arms, and summoned the Luna Star from the center of my soul. “No,” I said. “I bring truth.”

I said quickly, and he smiled at me. "I guess you have been very busy, Luna," he said, and I nodded. I did not trust the witches, and I didn't want to be caught off guard. We hurried, and Adam waited for me outside the big room in the dungeon that I had turned into a storage. The weapons were small compared to the ones I powered initially. They were seven inches long and three inches wide. I could see why they were able to move all one thousand in three days. It only cost them a couple of trips through the tunnel after work. The tunnel was built, so they could use condemned moons to test the effectiveness of their weapons without the pack knowing. They will use the tunnel to get a moon from

And she had made trails for them, well she had been trying to reduce the death count but it was like it had a mind of its own. But she had been resilient and now they were both coming towards each other. She used the ice to launch herself and was able to twist in-between and her arms glowed a blinding blue and they both made contact both palms and there was a blast of eyes and the steels went flying and landed on its back. Taking a closer look it was butterflies. An odd weapon choice. But she couldn’t even focus on this. Soldiers, because currently she was a soldier, not just a princess. They moved in to seal it, but it just floated back up and above the seas of green creatures.