Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

The photo slipped from my grasp. A single white butterfly with a broken wing, tumbling into the abyss. “No…” I instinctively reached for it, leaning so far forward I almost fell out of my chair. But I caught nothing but air. It was the last image I had of her. I watched until the white speck was swallowed by the dark. And for the second time in my life, I felt my heart being torn from my chest. I closed my eyes against the wind. And in the endless dark, I could almost hear it.

I knelt so we were eye‑level. He bent forward, too. I opened it. Inside gleamed the tiny kitten, with etched wings and clay fur painted in soft cream and gray. It looked like it belonged in his palm. “It’s for your keychain,” I said, voice steady. “A little reminder.” He smiled wider, brushing a fingertip over the delicate wings. “It’s perfect.” I watched how he held it, careful, grateful. Then he let the charm rest in his palm and lifted his hand to reach for mine. I didn’t hesitate. My fingers curled around his.

Miracle whisper yells, her wide eyes fixed at me. “ Are you serious? ” She steps closer to me and grabs my forearms. “ We should be relieved there is still a secret keeper around and Amanda knows where that secret keeper lives. ” I shrug my shoulders. A secret keeper is a creature created by the God of Chaos to spy on the whole world. This creature can hear voices from all around the world and thus, this creatures knows all spoken secrets now turned into information. If someone knows any way to reverse Elijah’s gift, it’s only a secret keeper who knows the secrets of the whole world, supernatural or not.

He is back in his kingdom. " Who is going to save you now?' He stuffs a cloth in her mouth. Shutting her screams and Zander stands beside her. Trying to touch his butterflies face. To fail. He couldn't be there. Dammit! " Butterfly! I am here! Nothing will happen to you! Butterfly!"

It was filled with supplies that Gale said they should have if they were going to battle the keeper alone. The keeper looked like a mountain of black mud that kept slipping off of itself and intentionally acted of it’s own will. It was slow and mucky. The darkened cloudy sky above it made the keeper look even darker, shadows devoured light as if starving for it. While animals were now scarce in this area, a few wandered in hesitantly. A pelican flew through the desolate sky ahead of them. It noticed too late it’s mistake in getting so close to the monster, as the keeper’s giant muddy claws slapped together and caught it like a mosquito.

They are a symbol of freedom, that's why, Heer liked butterflies from the beginning even if she had never touched them. But now her condition was not like a free butterfly. She too is imprisoned like a butterfly which cannot fly by spreading its wings. "Done," he whispered and scanned her from up to down. ‘Perfect,’ his subconscious praised her inwardly. Heer only smiled at him. She didn't even realize that he even put the butterfly earring cuff chain in her ears. But when she felt it, she touched the pinna of her right ear. Her fingers automatically recognised the structure. He knows she's fond of butterflies even though she's scared of insects. She's afraid to touch the butterflies but she

Butterfly. No. Make it butterflies. Plural. Not just one of them but she was sure that there are thousands of them fluttering in her stomach as she stands in front of the Walton Mansion, right at the outskirts of Austin, Texas. She was only inside of Clarke’s car as the huge gate, something that reminds her of Buckingham Palace was slowly opened and Clarke even greeted the guard near his post.

A butterfly fluttered into the greenhouse, settling on the hand shovel that Luca had used and dropped by his side. A ray of sunlight that had been trickling in through the glass walls settled on its wings. The butterfly shimmered under the light, flapping its wings slightly and making small movements. I gasped, turning to face Luca but his gaze was fixated on the butterfly. He stretched out a finger to caress the body of the butterfly and the arthropod seemed to lean into his hand. “Mom?” he called out cautiously. The man before me was bare, his guard was completely down and he looked fragile

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

In front of both of them, I dialed a number. "There's trash here. Send someone to clean it up." I had just sent one set of trash away. Then the doorbell rang again. When I opened it, Joe stood there with a smile. He set a parcel on the table—supplements good for a succubus, meant to ease the agony of my heat. They were rare and precious; he'd thought to bring them. "Have you decided?" he asked gently. "Want to consider a new master? I'll take responsibility."