Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

He touches his sides and says boo making Felix jump. We all laugh at their silliness. After a few minutes of watching the video Walker just stops and starts off in space. His eyes slowly start to shine and turn yellow indicating he is having a vision or whatever it is he is having. When he speaks you can hear his wolf in his voice. “The dragonfly has turned their back on the one they love the most. Their demise is the redemption to save the sparrow. Fight for their freedom but death will be easy. Watch from behind or the sword will strike true. The butterfly with a scar will give their life to save the dove. The butterflies sacrifice will bring down the bull.”

I pulled up to the gates and rolled down my window. “Beta Victor” The guard greets and nods to his partner to open the large, iron gates. His mind reeling with what he must tell the Alpha and how he’ll react to it. Of course, he doesn’t want Tori to go there either, but apparently, this is her choice, and no one is going to change her mind. He can’t stop her but maybe there is a way he can keep an eye on her.

There was a beautiful blue butterfly on the porch railing. I wanted to capture it and put it in a glass jar, even though I shouldn't. Daddy always told me that rubbing the powder off a butterfly's wings made it impossible for them to fly. I didn't want to hurt the thing; I just wanted to look at it a little longer. And as soon as I walked up the porch, it would fly off, and I would never see it again. The butterfly flew away, as predicted, and I had only made it up the first step.

Hand-in-hand, they walked… The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the sandstone walls and arches. Aurora suddenly stopped in her tracks and gasped. Derek looked at her curiously, wondering what had caught her attention. He followed her gaze to her index finger, where she had just made a beautiful yellow butterfly sit kn her index finger. It was a delicate and vibrant creature, with wings that were a bright, lemony yellow hue. Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background.

I was welcomed by a gushing wind of extraordinary aura from the centre of the room where Dorothy sat legs-crossed — wings outstretched behind her — and her eyes shut. Still baffled by the sight, I slipped in. The aura kept on spinning around her, making her seemingly barricaded from the rest of the world. I quickly cast my eyes around her room and filled them with warmness. Looking back at her, my eyes then caught sight of a big book with the word, “Butterflies”, and a smaller book that said, “Fairies”. Something inside me wanted me to rush right down to it and grab it, still, all I could do was keep watching from where I stood.

“What’s that?” I blink and then look down into my hands where a little blue butterfly sits, slowly moving her wings up and down, completely calm and incredibly pretty. “Holy shit,” Blythe whispers, stepping close to peer at it. “Where did you get that?” “Want to be a butterfly next?” I ask, a bit wicked, grinning up at him. He just flinches back, looking at me with horror.

In the garden, Ashley and Anton sit on the white plastic chair, non-interested in starting up a conversation. Anton works on his phone, stealing glances at her from time to time, while Ashley watches Kayden chase a beautiful white butterfly happily. "Mama, come help me cash it"Kayden rush to Ashley and pulls her away. The butterfly has flied above, he couldn't reach for it, not with his current height. Ashley happily helps him, she hands him the beauty fly when she caught it.

A blanket of black and red wrapped the proud commandant of the Nether World’s imperial army of narakas and fallen angels like a scene straight out from gory books. The flutters of the small wings owned by thousands of butterflies drew everyone’s attention. The commandant, who did not pay attention to it at the beginning, started to swing his sword with the attempt to make the horde of butterflies fly away from him, sensing the danger looming along with the slaughter butterflies. “What are those?”

A small girl with tangled dark hair and bright eyes. Me. I froze. The Keeper woman appeared beside me. “This is where it began.” I watched my younger self reach toward a butterfly. Then everything changed. The air darkened. The forest grew quiet. A cold wind swept through the trees. The little girl stopped. Her smile faded. “Something is coming,” I whispered. “Watch,” the Keeper said. Dark shapes moved between the trees. Ravagers. But younger. Faster. Searching. I felt my heart pound fast. I wanted to run to the small version of myself and pull her away.

I stated ending this conversation before her mind went wild. "Ok okay. Can I see it?" She asked the question I knew she would. "When we get home I'll take you to the garden." I said with a soft smile. I had found the most exotic butterflies from all around the universe and brought them to the palace. I had taken the butterfly I deemed the best and taken away its ability to fly and made it immortal. So inside a small golden cage in the garden was a butterfly that I thought she would love the most. She would look at it and fall in love with it. Never realizing that It represented her.