Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

Her guardian answered, Mapula was stunned and she looked around trying to locate them. “Concentrate, don’t lose your concentration.” Advised Ngwedi. Mapula did as told and then looked around. A smile formed on her lips, she saw a girl around 12 years of age with big wings on her back, the guardian alligators of Bakoena were also there with their queens besides them but what was strange were the elephant guardians. According to her knowledge, those were the guardians of BaTloung Kingdom, their totem but what were they doing there?

"They continue growing as long as the story continues to inspire someone." Hope looked up into the tree's endless branches. High above, new leaves were unfolding. Tiny leaves. Brand new. Our story was still growing. "My name," the woman said with a graceful bow, "is Vera." "I am the Gardener of Stories." Void folded his arms. "I had a feeling we'd meet another Keeper." Vera laughed warmly. "Oh, no." She shook her head. "Keepers protect light." "I protect what the light becomes." She gently touched one fresh leaf.

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya's arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby's face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

Of course, with a little card like this: Dear Cara, This is the world’s largest butterfly, whose female wings can span up to 280 mm. They flutter in the air like pixies dancing in the sky. Do they resemble the ones that triggered the butterfly effect in the A****n rainforest? (Haha…just kidding, they only dwell in New Guinea:p) …… So I was quite astonished by this seemingly ordinary gift. I pressed the DV boot button and expected to watch my dad’s new “Amazing species” videos. But the DV storage file was blank.

The butterfly was still there. It moved along the lonely street, its wings glowing under the fading sunlight. Lucas followed without thinking, his small figure moving further and further away from safety. Behind him, the school gate stood open. The nanny was still on her call. The other children were still playing. No one noticed that Lucas was gone. And Lucas, with his innocent heart and curious eyes, kept chasing the one thing that had captured his world completely. The butterfly. Lucas followed the butterfly out of the school building and into the lonely street of New York.

“Keep in mind that the man with the butterfly tattoo is the only person you should trust.” Isabella, the moon goddess, herself, has chosen him for you. In the end, he will sacrifice his life to assist and safeguard you. I was unable to comprehend a word she said. “When your paths do eventually cross, you must recognize him because he will protect you with his life and without him you won’t be able to fulfill your destiny.” Whoever he was back then, why wasn’t he here to defend me now that I needed him? A guy with a butterfly tattoo would protect me? My mother spoke in bizarre, cryptic riddles that were always difficult to grasp; after all, she was endowed with the ability to see into the fut

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

“Especially a wild one. There aren’t enough magic wielders, hunters nor druids that knows healing to help with the hurt ones. They are all looking for refuge inside the temple and you know how things can get ugly pretty fast when there isn’t enough food.” So that explained his appearance. Erriene was probably straining himself hunting animals plus herbs all day, and using core magic to heal the more damaged ones. Erriene paused and closed his eyes, as if wishing to be anywhere but with Alarick. He resented that. “My offer to you is, if you can stop the invasion, I will give this territory to you, Alarick. All I ask is for you to leave the temple with me so we can continue the training and th

He was holding her around her waist, quite tightly I might add, while she frantically kicked her feet. I think his offer of swimming lessons was really just an excuse to get closer to Hazel. I giggled. Good! She deserved a little flirty fun, even if she didn’t think so herself. “Mamma, this way!” Belle said, pulling on my hand. She ran down the path, pulling me along. Billy was already up ahead. Before long, we came to a sanctuary. We all gasped. There were at least a hundred butterflies, all different colors and sizes, flitting about in the sanctuary.

Then, a click. The butterfly swarm thickens, their wings slicing the air like razor-edged paper. My eyes water, but I squint through the haze—there. Esteban’s belt buckle glints, its silver filigree unnaturally pristine amid the chaos. A tiny vent near the clasp leaks a faint, iridescent mist. Pheromones! Haitian market smugglers used similar cartridges to ward off patrol dogs. A shadow moves in the swarm. The butterflies part like a curtain.