Butterfly Miraculous Novels & Stories

Inside me there was a mixture of respect, excitement and fear for the immense god of the waters. When I came out of the sea, it felt like I had expelled an immense amount of water, stagnant and rotten, from inside my lungs. It was like breathing again. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the car. I went to my house, a refuge where I projected all my happiness. I took a shower and threw myself on the bed. I dreamed about Manuela. She entered the room and walked slowly to our bed. He climbed on top of me, sitting on my lap. I opened my eyes and saw her smiling. Multicolored butterflies swirled all over her body as sunlight flooded the room. A bright light spread through the room and she silentl

“Wow, it’s so pretty!” Mia was instantly amazed. Living in the city, she rarely got to see scenery like this, with green mountains and clear water everywhere. “Mommy, look. There’s a big butterfly over there, and it’s blue,” she said, pointing with wide-eyed curiosity. Miranda looked in the direction Mia was pointing and saw a butterfly fluttering among the flowers. Sunlight filtered through the leaves overhead, and the mountain breeze carried the scent of wildflowers. It lifted her mood too.

She made a small incision right above the bulge. ​From the open gap, a thick, grayish mucus flowed out, followed by the small head of a shiny white worm. It was already nearly the length of her hand, writhing wildly. ​Without hesitation, Sua grasped it with a clean cloth, then pulled slowly. The veins in her hands stood out with the effort. Rai, who was nearly holding his breath, stood up slowly, realizing that what he was witnessing was no ordinary task. It was the composure of an assassin… and the love of a daughter.

The Butterfly Conservatory was a geodesic dome of hexagonally paneled glass, filled with lush ferns, humidity, and thousands of painted ladies fluttering in the heavy air. It was 9:00 AM. Mira had decided that the theme for the morning was "Rebirth." "Butterflies represent transformation!" Mira shouted from the entrance, holding a mimosa. "They go into the cocoon as goo, they come out as beauty! Just like your relationship! Now, go sit on the bench. Look peaceful. Look transformed."

Ronan asked. I bit my lip. “I love it.” The fish leapt back into the water as I turned to take in the magical scene. “I’ve never seen anything this beautiful, Ronan.” When I faced him again, a butterfly landed on his finger. He held it out to me and it instantly flew to me. “Oh my god!” I gasped, my happiness bursting out. “Is this real?” He smiled. “Yes.” “But how did you do it? Is this magic?”

How is something so small so perfect? I carefully place my finger in front of it, gently nudging it, trying to coax it onto my finger. My smile turns as wide as Winter’s as the butterfly takes a tentative step onto my finger. It pulls back for a moment, as though it’s testing this new, unfamiliar territory. Then it’s on my hand, crawling slowly over my skin, each delicate step feeling like the flutter of eyelashes. I bring my hand up to inspect it. It really is a miracle. The more it crawls, the more it tickles. Must be why eyelashes on your skin are called butterfly kisses. They really feel like the flutter of butterfly wings and their tiny little feet.

I crouched beside her, trying to join in her wonder. "And the butterfly? What's it called, Aunt Mary?" she asked again. Before I could answer, a voice from beside us responded, "That's a monarch butterfly. Beautiful, isn't it?" I looked up to see a woman standing beside us. It was Julia.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

“No, not the clouds. Over there, silly.” I turned my head to where she was pointing and I saw it. The biggest butterfly I’d ever seen in my life. Easily as big as my stomach, and it had the most beautiful wings I’d ever seen in my life. Intricate light blue and white patterns as it lifted off toward the sky. It sprinkled us with something. A sparkling dust of some sort. And as it floated toward the sky, covering us in this dust, I felt peace come over me. I felt Rae relax into me. I felt my lips loosening.

I don’t know but even my baby body isn’t responding at the beautiful sight. “Look at that butterfly! It’s coming our way!” She excitedly said while pointing at a dark blue butterfly. It's so pretty. I mindlessly pulled up my hand to reach for it but in my shock, it landed on my cute winky hands. The butterfly looks so comfortable in it. It made me smile a little. “Oh, the butterfly loves your scent.” Said the maid. I still don’t know her name so for now I will call her that. “There’s this saying that once a butterfly lands on your hands, it means you’re precious and gifted.” She giggled. “My little lady is surely gifted!”