Butterfly 4 Novels & Stories

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

She said but got no reply. "This is so frustrating," Freya said and her eyes caught sight of a brown butterfly, she smiled and spread out her hand as it landed on her hand "Pretty," She said and use her index finger to touch the wing but it flies away before she could. "Don't go" She muttered and followed the butterfly. Bianca and Johnny were unaware of her absence since they were so deep into their conversation. Freya wandered in a valley, following the beautiful brown butterfly that capture her heart, but she had no idea where she was.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

It was iridescent blue—almost glowing as it captivated me. As my gaze traveled to the center, the blue took on a darkening gloss. Peering closer, I counted the wings and realized that this butterfly had five. “That’s the Blue Morpho Aurora,” Xavier said from behind me. “It’s a butterfly from South America.” “The wings are breathtaking.” “The shiny color is due to the way the light travels through the wing scales and gives off a metallic sheen.” I glanced over my shoulder. “So, you’re really into insects?" “Yes.”

The Fourth sister was almost always the Breaker. The first female child of a sister born on the butterfly night is the Breaker. The Breaker was a witch without magic. She didn't wield magic, she broke it. Didn't matter how strong the magic or spell was, she simply had to step foot or hand in the spell and poof; it was gone. Fortunately -or unfortunately, depending on who you ask- the Breaker was born on a particular night -the butterfly night- that occured once every hundred years, and not only that, the conditions would have to be exact. The position of Fourth sister would have to be vacant and a descendant of one of the Seven sisters had to give birth on that exact night. Therefore, there

If you take a glance at the piece of artwork hanging in front of me now, you might be thinking that it was just another piece of a plain and dull butterfly by the look of it but if you look closely- it was crafted very beautifully. The butterfly symbols of life, endurance, change, and hope. In many cultures, people associate butterflies with souls- how beautiful. The man beside me lifted his eyebrows as he sees my reaction and I shyly look at him back and forth and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I know you will love it," he said, now hands folded as he stood silently observing the piece with me and I grin at the remark. My eyes catch the name written below the butterfly wings in a sig

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)

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Charlie was clearly taller by at least five centimetres, but Alice looked to be heatedly debating that fact. Jasper yawned again and looked down to the cloth. It was a muted, off-white colour with a black, rectangle border along the edge, with black dots decorating the corners. A small stitched butterfly in rainbow thread revealed itself when he unfolded the cloth, sitting innocently in the bottom right corner. Even among the greys here, there was colour. Jasper smiled down at the butterfly, prodding it upwards from underneath to mimic the butterfly spreading its wings, and flapping them up and down.

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface and the golden lining on the edge of the wings stand out further.