Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

“This morning as I went to offer prayers at Mortava’s altar I found a Noxala feather on the statue.” “And? Noxala are birds of the Goddess-“ “A red Noxala.” Donton took in a sharp breath. The Keeper sighed. “You see, evil is imminently.” He said. “Which is why more than ever we need to obey the Goddess and preform the sacrifice.” Donton told him. “Very well.” The Keeper removed a stone from the floor, and from a hole took out a black box, which he opened carefully. Inside was glowing, black, heart shaped stone.

Lyra looked at it with wonder, her small face filled with awe and joy. "It is so beautiful," she whispered, her voice filled with reverence. "Can I keep it? Can I take it inside and keep it in a jar?" Kai shook his head gently, his voice soft and patient. "It is beautiful, my love, but it belongs out here in the garden. It needs to fly and be free. Just like you. Just like all of us." Lyra looked at the butterfly for a long moment, her brow furrowed in thought. Then she nodded slowly, a look of understanding crossing her young face. "You are right, Mama. It needs to be free. Just like me."

When he got closer, I realized it wasn't a piece of paper, it was a photograph. Liam was spread out on what looked like a hospital bed. He had stitches on his head and his arm was in a cast resting against his bright blue gown. And IV was sunk into his skin, no doubt feeding him water and medicine. He's alive. Tears burned the back of my eyes, but I pushed them away before they would fall. “What do you want?” I asked, catching my composure and lifting the knife again, clinging to the picture with my other hand. “I have to tell you who we are to answer that. We call ourselves the Anti-Keepers Organization. The AKO locates and destroys the Keeper's locations and saves those that are in there.

’ I ask, startled by his hesitation. ‘I don’t think Livvy is his,’ he stated, going quiet. ‘If she isn’t, I wonder if he knows,’ I reply, also mulling over the new information. ‘Definitely not. He would’ve killed Tara,’ Jax growled. Agreed. He would’ve killed her and still would if he found out now. No. We would keep the information contained until my plan was complete. I stood up tall, righting my attire and combing my hair with my fingers. I went over to my bag, taking out an aerosol can and spraying it all over my body. It was another one of my contacts helpful aids. I had actually contracted him to mass produce them for my company. Some clients paid heftily if the bodyguards/sec

He was the monster who wanted to own the world. "The jar, Hazel," Bryan’s voice boomed. It didn't come from his throat; it felt like it came from the ground beneath my feet. "Give it to me, or I will crush this cabin into the dirt." I clutched the small glass jar to my chest. Inside, the blue energy butterfly flapped its wings, casting a soft light on my dirty face. It was beautiful. It was the only thing left in this world that wasn't corrupted by silver or gold. It was the kill-switch. It was my only hope to get my husband back.

Ethan asked. A feral grin lit her face. "Enough that they learned not to mess with me, but it didn't bring back Squirmy. I was so upset. I still remember lying on my belly on the grass, days later, sniffling like a cry baby, when something with the most beautiful colors landed on my hand." She raised shining eyes to look at them. "My caterpillar, well, butterfly at that point, came back and it was so beautiful. My brothers hadn't killed Squirmy, even though he was so fragile. The only thing of mine I ever remembered not getting destroyed in one of their brawls. Of course, I couldn't keep it. It needed to fly and be free, but after that, I started collecting anything with butterflies. I drov

He said. “Ok good. Well, the necklace wasn’t just a necklace. It was an Amulet. And apparently Katrina is a Keeper. The Keepers are a group of people who protect the Amulet from a group known as The Others. I had been wearing the amulet this whole fucking time, and had no idea that it was anything other than a necklace. You remember Ivy, my mate?” I asked him.

She closed he eyes as she breathed in and out slowly. "Hey! I can't believe I forgot to show you this", Anna's loud voice was heard again and Kaylee opened her eyes to look at it. "Wow, it's pretty", Kaylee said when she saw it. It was a pink butterfly with a blue design on it. It was the size of a key holder and it had the circular iron thing stuck to it so Kaylee did not have to guess what it was but she liked it already. No girl can resist that, it was really pretty.

There was a chill to the air that sept over her skin like a sweet caress and it brought back the bittersweet memory of her walks through woods during her childhood. She looked up as she stepped across the line and into its protection before facing it. Her eyes wandered up as her eyes flickered to their thermal image. The barrier spread high over her head in a dome that covered the house and its surrounding land and flared green within her vision. A mixture of jade and emerald that constantly swirled, a living entity.

“And the south wing needs help after that.” Arlo nodded immediately. “I’ll take care of it.” Simple. Clear. Safe. This was what mattered. He took the basket from her, setting it down beside the others. More work. More structure. More control. Good. He needed that. But even as he worked, the quiet from earlier didn’t return. Something lingered. Not in the room. In him. He folded one sheet. Then another. Then paused again. You think you can walk in, take what you need, and walk out…