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.

Hasreffa said and took a deep breath. "I don't want to get to the point where you all lose consciousness. Give Moon to us well and the secrets behind the good name of the Moonlight academy will remain secret." Hasreffa said, I stood up and looked at Moon's direction. "They control Moon's mind." I told Fly. "There are only four of you, we are many of you." Admin said and suddenly the Moonlight gut opened where half of the Moon light students came out there while carrying weapons and the other half peeked out the windows of the large Moonlight buildings while holding holding guns and other deadly weapons.

“You just gave me the answer.” Ryker frowned. “What?” I opened my palm to show them the particle. “This is a piece of the moonlight drop leaf.” They all gasped like they knew what I was talking about. Lucy’s brow creased. “Is it poisonous?” “No,” I said, shaking my head. “But it’s powerful. If consumed in the wrong form or amount, it doesn’t kill. It immobilizes. For months. Sometimes years even.” Alpha Ryker cursed under his breath. Lucy grabbed his arm.

Their streamlined bodies that were no longer than two feet were armed with sharp, needle-like fins and razor-edged tails. "Silver Moon Fish?" Chase's eyes narrowed. They were a rare species of fish that contained traces of moonlight energy, which could aid warriors in refining lunar essence, strengthening their bodies and aptitude. Just then, a deep, guttural roar echoed from the lakebed. A massive flood python surged upward, its crimson forked tongue flicking out, licking the bloodstains around its jaws. Its savage gaze locked onto Chase, exuding an unmistakable hostility. As if furious at the intrusion, it coiled, preparing to strike.

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.

“Feel Serena, feel the pull of the moon. It’s in your blood, older than any pack.” I paused, and held my breath. Every new action on Serena’s part was faster, more decisive, and then—there was a bright flash from her, a burst of lunar energy that surged through the clearing. The warriors stood stock still, huge-eyed, as the gleam blazed through the black gulf of night. Serena gasped, stepped back and her sleeve fell back as well on her arm. It was there, on her skin, a mark. A swirling, crescent-shaped scar that glowed dimly, just like the one cut deep into the rogue’s tree.

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.”

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