Butterfly Keeper Novels & Stories

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.

He could never hold back anything if Alice had said the girl's fear. **** Alburack looked at the figure of the girl who was still in the iron bars. Still unconscious since they caught him. However, the thing that confused him the most was when their ancestral butterflies remained inside the iron bars. As if he wanted to keep the girl safe. In fact, their ancestral butterfly healed the wound that had been on the girl's knee. But not all, he still saw wounds, only a few left. "Chairman, why is our ancestral butterfly with the girl?"

"Is a kind of fairy we call Keepers." The little child walks around the living room. "Keepers are different from Fairies but are connected to fairy ancestors by blood or by a magic link. Keepers do not have wings nor can they turn small. What makes them similar to Fairies is their ability to give luck and to create illusions. However, a keeper can only have either one of the abilities. What is definite is the ability to hide." Tera lifted her tiny finger and swiped it across the table. "Their ability to hide makes them qualified to take the responsibility of guarding the keys to the other realms. There are only 12 realms and 12 Keepers."

I clutched the approval documents for a public welfare project and waved them at Clayton, who was seated on the couch. "This is a surprise." He set down his book and leaned in, wrapping his arms around my waist from behind. His chin brushed against my head as he asked, "What kind of surprise has you so happy?" I turned and nestled into him, my voice low. "The vendor who sold you to me, the operation running the arena, and the whole illegal supply chain for venting beastkin… Haven't they been rounded up?"

“Wow, Jo, that’s beautiful, I heard Lily’s comment. The Butterfly brooch, I admired the other day was nicely displayed in front of me. I looked again inside the box for a note, a card, but there wasn’t one. I took the brooch out of the box and looked closely. The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me”.

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface and the golden lining on the edge of the wings stand out further.

"Good thing you decided to babysit." Rhychard kept his gaze on the skies, both hands holding the Guardian Sword with white knuckles, the Warriors inside waiting to be of assistance. "I've lost enough friends to these creatures." Buttercup felt his gaze shift to her and turned to meet his stare. "I will not lose anyone else," he said.

Before she could respond- Knock. Knock. Knock. All four of them turned toward the door. "I'll get it," Seraphine said. She opened it. No one stood outside. Only a box rested neatly on the floor. A soft glow leaked from its edges. Her heartbeat quickened as she carried it inside and placed it on the bed. "What is that?" Mina whispered. Seraphine opened the lid. Inside was a delicate glass cage. And within it- A butterfly made of shimmering light, its wings glowing silver and gold as if woven from moonbeams themselves.

“but I caught it. can’t I keep it,” “No kale. You have to let it go.” “Fine, mine is still better. Blue butterflies are rare,” he mumbled and let go of it. the other kids also freed the orange butterfly. One of them flew inside and landed on Nicolai’s lap. He silently peered at it. ‘He is kind to a butterfly but couldn’t he have compassion for vampires. Yes, werewolves and vampires are enemies but that doesn’t mean they had to massacre them.’ He coldly nudged the butterfly away. ‘All that compassion seems fake to me…’

At the center of the chamber stood a crystal cocoon suspended above a pool of shimmering water. Inside... A young woman slept peacefully. Her long hair was the color of autumn leaves. Golden vines wrapped gently around her body. She looked no older than twenty. The Seven-Star Crystal floated from my hands. Its fourth star pulsed brightly. Elara whispered, "I know her..." "But we've never met." Aurel's expression softened. "She's not another Guardian." "She's a Keeper." Lucien frowned. "A Keeper?" Aurel nodded. "Long ago, every Guardian had a Keeper."