Butterfly 4 Novels & Stories

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

Lisa A butterfly landed on the back of my hand. Its wings were dusty orange with thin black lines. The hedge blocked the outside noise, and insects buzzed around the flowers near my chair. Nurse Agatha sat across from me talking, but my attention had already drifted. I closed my hands around the butterfly, cupping it between my palms. The motion pulled something loose in me, the same careless urge I had when I was younger and still climbed trees in the yard. When I opened my hands, it stayed there, then lifted off and disappeared over the hedge.

In the garden, Ashley and Anton sit on the white plastic chair, non-interested in starting up a conversation. Anton works on his phone, stealing glances at her from time to time, while Ashley watches Kayden chase a beautiful white butterfly happily. "Mama, come help me cash it"Kayden rush to Ashley and pulls her away. The butterfly has flied above, he couldn't reach for it, not with his current height. Ashley happily helps him, she hands him the beauty fly when she caught it.

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 rival the light of the moon like it is just floating a few meters above the garden. The silver bright light caused the guests to narrow their eyes to see the figures on the crescent platform. It was at this moment that the two butterflies that went to Asha and Samel merged into their foreheads as a silver crescent symbol appeared and shot out a string of light directly to the shining butterfly at the center.

Even Luna chuckled softly, and the atmosphere grew light and cheerful—until it didn’t. The room fell silent when an elderly woman in a white hood entered, holding a wooden staff carved with light symbols. Everyone stood in respect. The seer—looked right at me. Or maybe through me. Her eyes were cloudy, ancient, and knowing. “I see four lights surrounding you, daughter of Mystic Guardian,” she said slowly. “Four bonds. Four destinies.” The room froze. “Four… mates?” Luna whispered. My breath caught. Zion stared at me, stunned, while trying to process what he’d just heard.

A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds. The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them. “See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

“Angela, what is going on?” “There is something in the fog playing tricks with us,” Angela answered thinking of a way to escape. Angela held Kale’s hand and put her thought to action. She searched for the sign of something that was not white. Her eyes luckily caught something; a purple fluttering butterfly wing. It couldn’t be a butterfly wing because it was large. It had to be something big with large wide wings. The thought of it scared her. She could be going in the direction of a wild ferocious beast. A wild beast that giggles and has a melodious and sonorous voice? Don’t think so?

How could it be otherwise. “Lemming or not, I'm not jumping that cliff with you. And I'm done being a maggot. I'd rather be a butterfly. Something that can fly away.” One crept out from behind a leaf, a scintillating blue Morpho. I coaxed it onto my palm then blew it in his face. “That way, if we fall, I won't smash open like a pinata.”

“Hey, look!” Clayton excitedly pointed at the copper and small butterfly which was flapping inside the plastic bag. Marcus had put it on the floor. The butterfly was flapping but the time ran backward to that creature…it slowly changed and it returned to become a cocoon. Marcus was surprised and looked at Clayton. “It reversed within time dimensions and returned back to its cocooning state…” He paused and curled his nose as he was thinking hard. “It can be assumed that a butterfly has a lifespan for forty eight hours normally …” He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought.

She laughed at me but did not protest and started following me. I looked again at the bench that Fleur and I were sitting on earlier. There seemed to be something glowing that was being hit by the light from the small lights surrounding the backstage. "Mira, you go first; I'll follow." I said to Mira, who stopped walking and looked at me. "Okay, hurry up." She said and then continued walking again. When Mira finally disappeared from my sight, I returned to the bench. I first examined the object hanging on the bench before picking it up at the level of my eyes. It was a bracelet with a design of four butterflies. Each butterfly has a small diamond. But what caught my attention were the two sm