Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

“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…

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

Oliver also stared at the numerous dragons, surprise in his eyes. “Welcome to our place, dear guests.” Kian walked in front of us and effortlessly broke free from the rope. Ah right, this is their place so they are at their most powerful. Wings protrude from his back, almost as big as the wings of the dragon I once saw in my dream. He flew away majestically, like the eagle that rules the sky. The frown on Oliver’s face deepened. Two guards approached us, long and sharp spears in their hand. Its shaft was made with thick iron while its head with a glowing stone, presumably some kind of crystal.

Nina asked. "She was a fucking manipulative bitch," Lucian answered. "So, when his past will resurface, he would feel guilty enough to destroy himself because that guilt will eat him up and the last thing I want is Jasper to die. So, that's why I want you to be My brother s keeper... I want you to take care of Jasper during his treatment time... To be with him, and help him get through this because... I feel like he would trust you and you would never let him get eaten by his guilt," Lucian confessed.

“And the birds? The butterflies? Does that happen every time you play?” “No. Never.” She looked troubled. “That was new.” The Keeper powers in her were manifesting in ways she didn’t expect or control. “The song,” I said more gently. “What were you singing about?” “Nothing. Everything. I don’t know.” She turned back to me. “Why do you care?” “Because I’ve never heard anything like it. Because it made birds forget how to fly and butterflies forget how to fear. Because…” I stopped myself. “Because what?”

The lady wings were gorgeous like a butterfly with different colors and the boy has a dragon fly like wings that flickers such colors when he moves depending where it will reflect. "Greetings, seven souls," says the beautiful lady fairy, bowing her head slightly and back to glancing at them. "We've come beforehand to warn all of you. The inside of our city is under repair for years now and we can not show you around. Once you entered, I, Hatte the guardian of Ki and Tosh, the guardian of Midori will activate our Sekai." "When you step inside the gates and remained in our Sekai after the gate closes, we will not hesitate to kill any of you," Tosh warned.

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

“They’ve already chosen you as master. No matter how many times you chased them away, they’ll come back, following you like a moth.” “Just accept your fate. I think they’ll come in handy someday,” he continued, as if her problem wasn’t a big deal. “How can I keep them from hurting me?” He seemed to think and said, “...Try to tame the butterflies and make them obey your orders.” “So they won’t hurt me if I tame them?” A twinkle of hope appeared in her jade-coloured eyes. “Maybe, unless they’re starving.” His reply only made her feel uneasy, but she was too tired to protest again. She did not refuse, nor did she accept the butterflies.