Soul Of A Moonlight Butterfly の小説・ストーリー

Stephen smirked. “Yeah you’re right. This place fits me well.” They all talked for a while but now it was getting dark the moon was coming out. “We should probably go inside.” Greg said. “I think the supper’s also ready.” Stephen told. Dara kept on looking at the moon. It seemed as the most beautiful thing she has ever seen. Ellen shook Dara, “Come on honey it’s getting dark and cold.” Dara went inside with her family but she wished to stare at that beautiful thing for a little longer.

Soheila asked as she glanced away from the three and looked at Luna. “I got a Poisonous Venom Butterflies. A blue one and I named it Venom.” Luna said. “I put it in a cage since I haven't tamed it yet ” “Butterflies? That's the first time J heard about a butterfly being cultivator's spirit companion.” Soheila said. Nevertheless, she was shocked to find out that all of her roommates got Ultra Rare spirit beasts and birds. “Yes, it has a queen. The queen had a brighter color and larger size.”

Terrifying. We reached a small clearing, and I froze, my breath catching. There, nestled among the roots of an ancient oak, was a patch of Moonshade flowers—rare, delicate blooms that only unfurled under the light of a full moon. Their petals shimmered like liquid silver, glowing faintly in the dark, and I stepped closer, mesmerized. “Gods,” I whispered, crouching down. “I’ve never seen them in person.” Lucien paused beside me, his presence warm and solid. “They’re special,” he said softly. “Their scent changes with the moon’s phases—jasmine tonight, but by the waning gibbous, it’ll be something sharper, like clove.”

I am always interested in butterflies. These beautiful species were considered to be the reincarnation of the soul. In some belief butterflies is a personification of a person's soul; whether they are living, dying, or already dead. One superstition says that if a butterfly enters your guest room and perches behind the bamboo screen, the person whom you most love is coming to see you. Another superstition is that butterflies represent the soul, in some beliefs, it symbolizes rebirth. In our culture, a lingering black butterfly or moth in the house is taken to mean a death in the family. (Wikipedia)

Dominic had mentioned this area to me before as one where no plants could survive due to the acidic soil and the dark, filthy spirits that lingered in it. “What the—” I gasped as I turned around with wide, dreaded eyes. And then I looked at the butterflies that left the place as if someone had sent them for me to lead me into this place. That’s when I looked up at the sky and the full, silvery moon and smiled awkwardly, not knowing exactly how to feel. “Are you showing me the way to where this thing is?” I asked the Moon Goddess in a whisper. “Are you watching me from up there?”

Suddenly, a spirit moth, its wings shimmering like captured starlight, emerged from the fading sun. It had wings that sparkled like stars. Beautiful and mysterious. The moth landed lightly on the flower petals. Its glowing wings shined with the sunset. It didn't leave. It just rested there quietly. Like it was guarding the simple monument. The sea breeze kept blowing. The moth's wings fluttered gently. Like it was saying goodbye to Selene in the distance.

He had walked it a thousand times when he was young. He reached the Moon Spring. The water was clear and cold. The same rocks sat by the edge, worn smooth by years of use. The same stars reflected on the surface, bright and distant. He sat down on the grass. He lay back and looked up at the sky. He remembered a girl with dark hair and bright eyes. He remembered her laugh. Her hand in his. Her voice, soft and sure, saying, "Moonstones are the moon's tears. If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me."

"Why did she…" "Because of me. Because of what I did to you." My stomach dropped. "What you did to me?" He stood. Paced. Ran a hand through his hair. For the first time since I'd known him, Lucien Blackwood looked uncertain. "The night you came here. The full moon. I wasn't in control. My wolf was too close to the surface and you…" He stopped. "You calmed something I've never been able to control. And when we were together, something happened that I didn't intend."

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.

my mom said, leaving her position and sitting close to me. "Listen to me. Don't you, because of being Serbian, lose the feelings you have for Kent. For all I know, the young man honestly loves you, and I believe you love him too." "I do, Mom."an ambiguous look on my face. "…but I don't want to bring trouble to Dad or to you either." "You won't, my love. "You won't," Mom patted my long red hair. She held me close to her shoulders. "Just be who you are…THE LUNA OF THE FULL MOON. You have the abilities, and I know you would use them to fight your way through all this."