Soul Of Moonlight Butterfly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

And then… the shadows moved. From behind the altar, a figure emerged. Not Layla. Not a rogue. But something else entirely. He looked like a man carved from ash and smoke. Tall, lean, eyes like hollow moons. He bore no scars, yet his presence screamed of pain. He smiled — a hollow, too-wide grin. “You’ve brought it,” he said, voice layered with echo. “The key.” Kate’s breath caught. “The obsidian?” “The Heart of the Moon,” he whispered. “Left behind when your kind fled these halls. It binds fate. And blood.”

Growing brighter. Warmer. Stronger. Inside her mind, Luna's voice echoed gently. "Do not fight the sanctuary." Elara closed her eyes. "Become one with it." She took a slow breath. Instead of forcing her magic outward, she allowed it to flow naturally. The city responded immediately. Silver light surged through every ancient rune. The sanctuary and the Moonborn became one. The result was breathtaking. Thousands of silver butterflies appeared throughout the city. Each one made entirely of moonlight. They fluttered gracefully through the battlefield.

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.

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."

A single silver butterfly fluttered gently and landed on the largest moon-petal flower. The butterfly was beautiful, its wings shimmering in the moonlight. It rested there silently, as if it were guarding something. Isla knew it was Hazel's spirit. She had finally found her peace, reborn as the freest of creatures, watching over the sea of flowers that was hers and hers alone. "Goodbye, Hazel." Isla disappeared into the night. And the silver butterfly remained, resting on the moon-petal flower.

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)

After Ryan left yesterday, I spent the entire day drawing and labeling each ingredient we’ll need for the antidote, including the rare flower the healers told me is probably gone forever. While researching the Moonlight Fire Lily, I found that it only blooms in full moonlight as well as only blooming in the wild. The image in Sarina’s plant species book was orange and red with hints of yellow at the tips of the petals, making it bright and hopefully easy to locate.

"Spirits of night, heed my call, As the moon covers us, mighty and tall. Lycan's spirit, lost in the earth's embrace, Guide him now to his celestial place. Under the moon's ethereal light, We bid farewell to a noble Lycan heir tonight. Through the cosmic veil, let his essence soar, Back to the moon, he shall explore. Oh Moon Goddess, hear my plea, Embrace Sebastian's soul, wild and free. By your grace, let him journey with delight, In lunar dance, under your watchful sight. With ancestral howls and ancient rites, Together we release him from earthly fights. As the moon's rays illuminate our path,

"So, moonlight isn't just sunlight bouncing off the moon; it's like a transformed version of sunlight, carrying a different energy?" "Exactly!" She nodded, pleased with my understanding. "It's like the moon's own version of sunlight, altered and imbued with a unique essence as it journeys through space and time before reaching us here on Earth. That's what makes harvesting moonlight so intriguing—it's tapping into this distinct energy source, harnessing its qualities for various purposes. It's almost like the blue fires used by certain creatures, but not quite similar."