Butterfly 4 Novels & Stories

When she was younger, she frequently went on outings with her mother, during which time she got to witness a variety of stunning butterflies. She could still remember like it was yesterday how, whenever her mother sang with her clear voice, silver butterflies would appear out of nowhere. The sight of them always made Miren incredibly happy. These butterflies are called by Miren's mother's beautiful voice, and when the butterflies appear there will be a large swarm.

Carys followed him. Then he began humming a song that sounded like nursery rhymes. “When you don’t feel brave enough to breathe, call the butterfly. Tell her. Oh Butterfly, come to me. Let her pat your heart, pat your heart. Pat your heart and feel three things. Papa’s clothes, baby’s clothes and the ground beneath your feet. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap…” “… Now tell papa, four things you see. Papa’s eyes, papa’s nose, papa’s hands… papa’s toes. Oh Butterfly, fly to me.” Carys sang through her hiccoughs and gasps.

Of course, with a little card like this: Dear Cara, This is the world’s largest butterfly, whose female wings can span up to 280 mm. They flutter in the air like pixies dancing in the sky. Do they resemble the ones that triggered the butterfly effect in the A****n rainforest? (Haha…just kidding, they only dwell in New Guinea:p) …… So I was quite astonished by this seemingly ordinary gift. I pressed the DV boot button and expected to watch my dad’s new “Amazing species” videos. But the DV storage file was blank.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

Rolling fields shimmered beneath the emerald sky. The rivers sparkled with threads of silver. Wildflowers bloomed wherever the children ran. After nearly an hour... They reached the crest of a hill. Ama stopped. Below lay a vast meadow. At its center stood a single child. No older than eight. Barefoot. Simple white clothes. Dark hair dancing in the breeze. The child was laughing while chasing glowing butterflies. Each butterfly carried one of the four colors. Silver. Gold. Blue. Green. Yet whenever one landed on the child's hand...

I once or only twice has seen a butterfly that be only from a window. I always found them so pretty. It was yellow in colour with black dots on it. I didn't know what kind of mistake I was doing in order to follow that pretty creature. I didn't notice that I got out of the grass. The butterfly stopped on a wall flapping its wings furiously. But before I could even stare at it from close it abruptly fled away. I was in the commotion that why it flee away so early but suddenly gasped out finding myself in the air. My stomach got pressed against a hard shoulder. Then I realised.

The word settled like a blade between my ribs. Calder crossed his arms. “There’s a fourth option.” Mireya smiled. Not kindly. Not cruelly. “Yes.” she said. “There is. But it requires a choice before nightfall.” I looked at my mates - four alphas, four wolves - bound to me not by convenience but by fate and fire. Whatever came next, it would not be mine alone. “Then we decide today.” I said. “Together.” Mireya’s gaze flicked to the windows, where clouds were already gathering though the morning was young.

“There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and also the most beautiful creature in the world.” Kenji smiled wistfully. “It first started out as a caterpillar. Then a larvae. Then it became the beautiful butterfly. No one will ever suspect the beautiful butterfly of anything. That’s similar to how the Phantoms of Hati actually work. No one who saw a Phantom will suspect them of anything until it is too late.” “A butterfly…” Yuri muttered to herself.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen. Hearing Queenie says Leya’s name, the little butterfly suddenly calmed down and stopped rebelling. She glared at Queenie. “Do you know Leya?” she asked. Queenie and the magical butterfly looked at each other. The longer Queenie looked at the little butterfly, the more she found many differences between Leya and the little butterfly. Unexpectedly, the little butterfly suddenly pulled out long fangs from its mouth. Then she quickly grabbed Deril’s hand. “Aww!!!” the man choked and shook his hand.