Soul Of The Moonlight Butterfly Novels & Stories

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

"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."

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.

KuLaa emerged from the darkness of the night and flew to the highest point of the castle's roof. She was draped in her purple wizard cloak and her purple serpentine eyes were blazing with hatred and evil. With her hands placed in a crisscross over her chest and the motes lights of magic swirling around her body like a tornado, KuLaa started muttering under her breath. The wind stopped blowing and a dark cloud submerged the stars in the sky. The moon found its way to KuLaa and shone directly on her. Harnessing the power of the Moon, KuLaa channeled magic from her soul into a silver wand hidden under her sleeve.

"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,

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.

“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?”

Her eyes were not the typical dark obsidian of her species; they were a piercing, luminous crystal-blue, gleaming with a terrifying, ancient intelligence that felt entirely human. "Rebecca, meet Moon," Maeve murmured softly, using her thumb to gently stroke the soft, downy feathers beneath the owl's heart-shaped face. "She flies faster than the wind, she cannot be tracked by elven glamour, and she knows the paths through the Fae borders better than any living soul."

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.