Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

Its presence radiated power and malice. “Lena,” the figure intoned, its voice cold and commanding. “You hold what is not yours. Surrender the light, or face destruction.” “Who are you?” Lena demanded, standing her ground. “I am the Keeper of the Rift,” it replied. “My task is balance. The light cannot remain bound to you, it will consume you.” --- Kaden stepped protectively in front of Lena. “She’s not surrendering anything.” The Keeper raised a hand, and a wave of force sent him and the others sprawling. Lena alone stood unaffected, the pendant shielding her.

I want to tell her how strange I feel inside, how her thoughtfulness has moved me to nothing but stunted silence, but it’s all I can do to smile and take her hand in mine. Her fingers squeeze. “They’ve got over two hundred species here. Some rare ones, too. I looked it up online.” “This is something, Laine,” I tell her. “So, let’s go,” she says. “Show me some butterflies. I can’t wait to see.” Neither can I. We check in at the entrance, and as I pay the f*e I ramble on to the attendant with an enthusiasm so alien. I hand Laine the complimentary spotter pamphlet with a smile.

As Nia chased the butterflies, she asked, "Mommy, why isn't Cooper here yet? I can't catch the butterflies!" "Cooper probably won't come," Meredith answered. Meredith was sure Ivy would not return to the garden because Yanne was there. "Why?" "Because we're going to have our dinner soon." "Oh." Meredith looked at the butterflies flying among the flowers with great difficulty, and she said with sympathy, "Nia, stop chasing them. Butterflies like to live freely." "But the butterflies are cold," Nia answered seriously, "I want to protect them because it's cold outside. Once it gets warmer, I'll set it free."

NOT FOR MONEY AT ATLEAST FOR HUMANITY. LET THE GIRL FACE THE WORLD SHE IS BLESSED WITH WINGS LET HER FLY A Daughter is someone who makes you smile with her cute little blabber At the end of the day, she will make you adore her. So., Stop killing a Female child . Let's step into the story, " Ahh.....wahhhhh Awhhhhhh...... wahhhh " The child cried out hardly as her tears slipped out from her eyes. The Doctor took it carefully without hurting and cut out the umbilical cord which was wrapped around her.

Mino immediately smiled and showed me a butterfly with black wings and a blood-red body. While feeling the overwhelming dread, I hurriedly shoved the butterfly away from his palm. "Entrante! Let's go!" I yelled as I swiftly lifted Kypper and we took off running away from the river. No! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The terror and pounding in my chest have rendered me virtually deafening. "What's going on?" Mino wondered as he ran alongside me. "That butterfly is a Lastreias!" I exclaimed frightened as I grasped Mino's hand to flee faster. "What the hell is that?" he questioned, perplexed, as we abruptly exited the forest.

•Heather• A small smile stretched my lips as I silently studied the beautiful butterfly in front of me. It had large, bright colored wings that were attached to a small body. I wondered what kind of breed it was and where it was from since my parents made sure that there weren’t many butterflies in the manor because of my older sister’s weird fear of them.

Arthur’s hair turned a distinguished silver, and his surgeon’s hands, though still capable of immense precision, now preferred to hold mine during our evening walks. One afternoon, I found myself alone at the foundation. It was a rare moment of quiet. I stood in the main hall, before the shadow box. The sea-glass butterflies, sealed behind glass for over thirty years, still caught the light, their colors undimmed. They were no longer a symbol of agonizing loss, but a touchstone of enduring love. A little girl, a carbon copy of her grandmother Maya, skipped past me, her small hand trustingly placed in a therapist’s. She didn’t glance at the butterflies; they were simply part of the landscape

Rain’s Point of View I could barely step inside the Butterfly Haven. The garden, according to my daddy, is my Granny Aitana’s favorite place. Everything is in order. It covered the floor with a red carpet, even though the ground was coated with grass. There are chairs that are decorated with flowers and other plants. The place is clean. They shield the said area. Only the sky blue net is the barrier on the side and roof to prevent the butterflies from flying and escaping.

“Sorry, I was spacing out. You were calling for me?” Amy rolls her eyes. “Yeah, can you help us out? Everyone from gym class bailed at the end of the period and there’s only me and Kayla left to clean up the field. We need someone to carry the outside equipment back to the shed while we carry the other stuff back inside.” “You weren’t exactly the nicest to me the last time we talked. Why should I help you with anything?” Noel asks. She enjoys watching Amy’s face contort into anger but knowing she needs her help; she won’t say anything back.

he whined. “Bye!” “Fine! Take care…” he almost whispered, holding my gaze and there my heart went pounding at the mere change in his warm gaze and his deep voice. “I will. Bye…” I lowered my voice as well. Before he left, I created a spy butterfly and fixed it on his back. No one could see my spy butterflies except me, so it was the best way for me to monitor others. For now, I could control only five spy butterflies for two to three hours at a time. After that, I would get a severe headache.