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

A thought flashed through my mind immediately, if I accepted to become Finn's Luna, it meant that I would be safe and I would also be able to protect my babies till they were born. Another thought crept into my mind as a weird feeling ran through my veins. If I become Finn's Luna, it means that I would be able to pay back everyone who had done wrong to me, from my uncle and aunt to Silas who rejected me as his mate. "Revenge," I gasped as I thought about this. As the word 'Revenge' crept through my mind, I made my way to Finn's office. "I accept to be announced as your Luna," I said as I came into Finn's office.

We're both breathing heavily and I open my mouth to speak but it's no longer me talking, my wolf has taken over and he wants to claim what is his. "Just say the word and I am yours." My voice is a gravely demonic version of my own and I can see from the reflection of her glasses that my eyes are completely silver now. A contrast to her deep golden iris's that shine brightly back at me. Complete opposites. That's what we are. Only the goddess knows why we were paired together. My canines extend as I wait for her to respond her eyes never leaving mine. Her answer is so soft, so faint, it's nearly lost on the wind. Nevertheless I hear it. "Yes."

"I am Greta Calvo-Sotelo, the heiress of the biggest and wealthiest mafia group in Spain. I can kill whoever I want to kill, whenever and wherever I want. And I made you, pequeño imbécil desvergonzado. I can destroy you. Don't ever dare hurt my son like that again, or I will slaughter all your hombres sin pelotas. Come on, son. Let's eat." - End of Flashback- That's when Gonzalo realized that his mother was the worst enemy than his father. His mother started telling him about her family's origin and how she met his dad. Greta told Gonzalo that when she's gone, he will inherit all of his mother's wealth in Spain together with their underground organization. It was then that Gonzalo realized t

The little butterfly nodded excitedly and even touched his cheek affectionately with its colorful antennae. "You damned moth, how dare you occupy my position... Achoo... Achoo..." The Evil Moon was so angry that he jumped up and down, but he didn't dare to jump up to take back his position on Ding Hao's shoulder, because he had suffered so much from the pink mist. Although it didn't hurt when he sneezed, non-stopping sneezing was really life-threatening. Now he was already dizzy, and the tears kept flowing out of his eyes. The little butterfly did not care about this loser at all. It turned its head and greeted the black puppy on the other shoulder in a very friendly way.

The silver butterflies are formed through the aura of the moon, and they would always favor the priestess of the clan that has been deemed as the servants of the moon goddess for generation. The ritual of the mate ceremony is to first get the blessing of the moon goddess before using the moonlight as medium to link the souls of the two fated mates as one. The silver butterflies did not stay long above Priestess Eva’s palms, and they fluttered their wings to glide on top of the crescent platform. There are three butterflies and two of them flew to Asha and Samel’s direction while the last one hovered at the center of the crescent platform while shining brighter and brighter until it could riv

I wanted her — to see her, to hear her, to feel her — in dimensions I didn’t know, in ways I hadn’t ever before. Four of her spy butterflies emerged from her wrists, hovering above me, and I let out a chuckle. “Someone’s getting impatient, hmm?” I said in a low, hoarse voice. “You can blindfold my body, but there is no way you can blindfold my soul,” she said. I smirked, “then your soul should see what you do to my soul.” I unzipped my fly, pulling out my throbbing soul. I stroked my soul, peering right at her butterflies. I looked at Zeve and she gulped. The feverish tightness took over my whole body as I smirked, biting my bottom lips softly.

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.

Samuel also smiled bitterly. The old man laughed and said, “Rubber mud? It's an interesting name. Haha, yes. Young master is right. If this Moonlight Ghost Fish is the only creature on the surface of the land of extreme snow, then the underground blood worm is the only creature under the land of Extreme Snow." "It's strange that the Moonlight Ghost Fish likes to eat this blood worm by nature, and it will chase the blood worm without any defense. In other words, if you want to catch this Moonlight Ghost Fish, then this blood worm is the best choice."

But Lyndor persevered, driven by an unshakable belief that he was on the cusp of a breakthrough. One fateful evening, as the moon hung low in the sky, Lyndor experienced a revelation. He felt an almost magnetic pull toward the moonlight, as if Selene herself beckoned to him. With a focused mind and an open heart, he allowed the moon's energy to flow through him, embracing its essence. In that transcendent moment, Lyndor discovered his first gift—the ability to manipulate moonlight. He could shape it, amplify it, and infuse it with intent. It was as if the moonlight became an extension of himself, responding to his every command.