Soul Of Moonlight Butterfly Novels & Stories

"So, that shadow... is a part of you that was possessed? But it's helping us?" "So it seems," Siron replied. "But we can't fully trust it." "What should we do with the sprout?" Kit asked. Elara opened Elandra’s book again. "According to the records, the Soul Flower needs three things to bloom: 'Unobstructed moonlight of the full moon,' 'A voiceless song from two hearts as one,' and 'Protection from a shadow that understands'." "The first is clear," Siron said. "The next full moon is in three days. The second... 'a voiceless song from two hearts as one'? What does that mean?"

“I…goddess, I don’t even know what to say.” I shifted back before he could finish. The world folded inward, pulling my wolf beneath my skin. The fur receded, the markings dimmed but didn’t disappear, they lingered like faint moonlit tattoos across my shoulders, my ribs and my hips. I stood barefoot in the moss, breath shaky, body warm from the remnants of power. Malik took a step toward me then he stopped before talking slow step forward again. His hands hovered near my arms but didn’t settle. His voice broke slightly when he whispered, “Moon-born.”

And Eliot, already aching, would feel every single one. Damien’s steps slowed as he reached the stairwell. He leaned on the railing, gazing out at the moonlight spilling through the tall glass windows. It painted his face in silver, sharpening his smile into something dangerous. “Moonlight mystique,” he whispered mockingly. “How poetic. How tragic.” Because in the end, Eliot wouldn’t just be Theo’s obsession or Damien’s conquest. He would be something broken, reshaped in the shadows of both their hands.

I traced the engraved characters on the tombstone. The photograph showed Emma at twenty-one, forever smiling that gentle smile. "You've probably been reborn somewhere better by now, right?" Dusting off the pants, I stood. "Work's hectic, but I'll be back next month." A breeze stirred as I walked away, rustling the fresh chrysanthemoms. A lone butterfly alighted on the blooms, its wings trembling as if in farewell.

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.”

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."

He questioned, seeing the nervousness in my eyes and my mouth almost tasting metallic. "Yes, I think I am." I let it out without fear, I'm the Moonglow, reincarnation of the moon goddess at least that was the mantra I chanted to myself as assurance now and then. The car eased into the driveway and there were many more wolves than the last time beta wolves, omega wolves and Gamma wolves. Just as my eyes were doing the physical calculation. One of the betas walked towards us. His face was scarred and his build was visible from the jersey shirt he worked on. His platinum blond hair was nearly brushed in Jerry curls.

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

A quiet smile formed, slow and unsure. Pretty wings. Quick death. Another butterfly landed on my fur. It stayed still, warm but harmless. I didn't touch it. I knew better now. The light above dimmed. The Silver Sovereign withdrew. Darkness followed, heavy and sudden. Then the butterflies began to glow. They lifted together, wings shining softly. Some clung to tree bark. Others hovered near my shoulders. The clearing stayed lit, gentle and steady. Night belonged to me now. Breath deepened. Heat gathered under my skin. It tingled along the tips of my fur, sharp and alive.

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?”