Soul Of The Moonlight Butterfly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He had walked it a thousand times when he was young. He reached the Moon Spring. The water was clear and cold. The same rocks sat by the edge, worn smooth by years of use. The same stars reflected on the surface, bright and distant. He sat down on the grass. He lay back and looked up at the sky. He remembered a girl with dark hair and bright eyes. He remembered her laugh. Her hand in his. Her voice, soft and sure, saying, "Moonstones are the moon's tears. If I hold onto it, the moon will help you find me."

The silver-lined chains wrapped around her wrists were glowing cherry-red, reacting to the volatile cocktail of energies surging through her veins. "I am more 'in here' than I have ever been!" Sofia roared, her eyes flashing from a blinding, celestial violet to a dark, predatory crimson. "I can feel the moon, Nomo. It’s not just a rock in the sky anymore. It’s a drum. It’s calling to the rot in my blood, and the starlight in my soul is trying to tear it out. It hurts! It feels like I’m being unmade!"

The sweetness was cloying — almost sickening — and made my stomach churn anew. Liam’s figure seemed to sway before my eyes, and I looked up. The house stood tall and somber — a blue-gray monument bathed in white moonlight. The silver glow cast long shadows across the top floor, and slowly, the shadows took the shape of a figure in my memory — a figure I could never forget. In a trance, I saw a white butterfly perched on the roof. She folded her wings and stood still on the attic wall, her black eyes deep pools of sadness. Suddenly, the white butterfly spread her wings and fell from the top of the building like a heavy object plummeting from the sky. I used to dream she would fly gracefully i

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 stared at their fragile beauty, suspended midair, lighting up the rotting stone walls and crumbling arches. “Wait,” I said suddenly, my brow furrowing. “They look like fireflies.” “They’re not.” Bryan stopped in his tracks and turned back to me. “They’re souls.” I blinked. “What?” “Souls of butterflies,” he said. “Cursed to remain. Do you think butterflies naturally glow like that?” I stared longer. Their wings shimmered, but their bodies held no life—just hollow, glowing husks. My stomach twisted. “That’s… disturbing.”

I was in my mother’s garden, cradling the body of the butterfly I had just killed. “What is taken can also be given.” I thought back to every person I’d ever killed and realized he was right. My magic wasn’t a poison that rotted their flesh. It was a blade—a blade of moonlight and stars—that carved the soul out and set it free. If I could rip them out, then I had to be able to force them back in. Nox hovered close by, his voice a gentle song in my ear. “Lilac, she doesn’t have much longer.”

I respond. “I know, but when you begin to lose your mind, it's going to be very hard to keep you within the circle,” she answered. “What do you mean?” I asked furrowing my brows. “What I am trying to say is as soon as the full moon appears while doing the ritual, you are going to become more violent and animalistic,” she said. “We do not want you harming any of us when it happens,” “Okay,” I replied nodding. She chained both my hands and stepped away from the circle. Priestess Elara came to me with a small cup filled with a dark green liquid and motioned for me to drink from it.

Then, Laurie lit a candle and closed her eyes. "Spirit of Moon, guide my vision. Help me see the way you see Oh Moon Goddess, guide my soul Let your light shine through me." Lottie watched as the winds picked up and the moon shone with an ethereal light. Laurie opened her eyes, which were pure black, as she stared at the candle. Shadows swirled around Laurie as she picked up Greta and gave her a kiss. It struggled in her embrace only for a moment before going still. The flame suddenly went white, almost see-through.

Unexpectedly, she didn’t react that way, she only sighed and grabbed my hands. “Moonlight Shadows is very complicated and I’m afraid yours would be much more complicated” “What do you mean, Mother?” My brows scrunched up in confusion as I tried to comprehend what she said “What do you feel around Gabriel?” She asked and my eyes widened the size of saucers under her scrutinising gaze. What does she mean? Wouldn’t I be embarrassing myself by telling her these things? What would she think of me? “Do I really have to tell you that, Mother?” I asked, blush creeping onto my face as I felt slightly embarrassed.

"So, what does all of this mean? Will I turn into a wolf every night? Will I start attacking people?" "No, you will not transform into a wolf every night. Only with the full moon will you be compelled to transform. You can control it at any moment. And, no, you're not going to attack individuals any more than you already have. You're still essentially the same person you were before. However, there are distinctions." "Such as?” He stood up and began to pace. "We are resistant to sickness and illness. We heal rapidly. Your body temperature will rise somewhat, and your metabolism will accelerate significantly."