Soul Of A Moonlight Butterfly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he circles the location of Moonflower. "If you can, take them down within 15 minutes top. Because the Moonflower can't hold on for more than 30 minutes. It only sends away the scent for only 30 minutes to lure the beast all around this forest. If not...I guess we will be the beast dinner for today." Athena chuckles and smiles. "Don't worry, I'll revive you after that." "Oh, no, please... I don't know what will happen to my soul if you do that."

“Earnest, keep her identity hidden from everyone. We go to the Moon Priestess tonight. No delays.” He nodded sharply, loyalty unwavering. Ahead, Lily suddenly froze in awe. In the heart of the deep woods lay a hidden valley bathed in ethereal light, glowing with Moon flowers, impossible blossoms that should have required sunlight yet thrived here under ancient magic. Fireflies swirled like living stars, and clouds of butterflies danced in luminous spirals. “In the deep forest?” she breathed, glancing back at Dante in disbelief. “Is that even possible? Moon flowers need direct sunlight, don’t they?”

Then he would reach through it. When the moon blesses your union, little one… I will be there to bless it too. The Bloodwood whispered in reply — the sound of devotion, of death, of worship reborn. And far above, in the waking world, the petals of every moonlily shivered, bending toward the same horizon.

“It’s a Luna Moth. I’ve never seen one before.” Camille reached out to touch the insect. It rose, frantically circled her fingers, and then flew away. Diana widened her eyes. “The Luna Moth is considered one of the most spiritual and mystical guides.” “Why?” Camille asked the witch. Diana watched the creature fly away. “To meet one is a special gift, for when she is in her adult moth stage, she only lives for approximately one week.” Camille frowned. “Why only a week?”

Tonight, its grey walls are bathed in the soft shimmer of bistro lights strung across the grounds. But the brightest light of all is the one above us—the full moon, hanging clear and silver in the sky. A formal event beneath a full moon… with a werewolf. It feels almost too much like a fairytale. And yet, I can’t ignore what the stories say about werewolves on nights like this.

Just to make sure we’re all safe and sound. Mom: (reassuringly) Alright, I’ll pack my gear and head your way. Charlie: (smiling) Thanks, Mom. I knew I could count on you. Mom: (softly) Always. Just remember, the moon is full, and we’re stronger together. Charlie: Don't tell Dad… Yet Mom: Wouldn't dream of it kiddo. Love you. Charlie: Love you too “What did she mean when she said the moon is full and we’re stronger together?” Maya asked.

Not the violent kind I'd seen in battles, but something older and deeper. A butterfly landed on my shoulder. Its wings shimmered like oil on water. "Don't touch it," Eden warned quickly. "Why?" "It's a memory moth. One touch and it'll show everyone your deepest secrets." I held very still until the butterfly flew away. "How much further?" Malachai asked. "We're here," Eden said. Ahead of us, the trees opened into a circular clearing. Ancient stones formed a perfect circle in the center. Each stone was carved with symbols that seemed to move when I wasn't looking directly at them.

A light split through the storm, brighter than the blood moon, purer than any spell cast by the gods. It descended—slowly, steadily—until it found Ava, suspended in the air like a breath between worlds. She didn’t move. Her eyes were shut, her arms loose by her sides. But the wind around her had stilled, as if the mountain itself dared not breathe. Then it began. From her back, two currents of energy burst—one of burning silver, the other deep crimson. They twisted and wove into each other, creating a spiral of twin flames that rose into the heavens. Her skin shimmered, turning pale gold beneath the silver moonlight.

The growling outside had been terrifying, but his sudden departure was even more unsettling. Suddenly, the door creaked open, and I spun around, heart leaping into my throat. A figure stood in the doorway, silhouetted against the moonlit backdrop of the forest. It wasn’t Ronan. My breath caught as I realized it was one of the wolves, its eyes glowing with an unnatural light.