Butterfly Monsters Novels & Stories

The yellow wildflowers smelled like a box of rich dark chocolate. Julia heard giggles from her surroundings. Her eyes almost plucked out along with the dropping of her jaws. There were little creatures who were playing on the newly budding flower. Suddenly, a white butterfly flew before her eyes. She chases after it and finds a swamp while following a white butterfly. The butterfly turned into a human form, a glittery creature without wings. "Julia, you have to find the bracelet before the next full moon. If you missed this time, you would only start again from scratch. Find it! finished the trial, and revoked the punishment."

said Leon. "Look at this," Leon said as he typed something on his keyboard. Suddenly an image appeared on the largest monitor screen. “There are still many monsters in The Myth that haven't appeared. While in The Myth, we only face a few monsters, right? The rest of it focuses on illusions, hallucinations, delusions, whatever," said Leon. The screen displays pictures of monsters in mythology. “Dragons, chimeras, fire birds, cerberos, there are many more that have yet to appear. Do you know why?" asked Leon.

I pouted like a baby. He smiled brightly and brushed his fingers under my chin. "It won’t happen again. I’m sorry for ignoring you. If I hadn’t, those spaghetti sticks who call themselves witches wouldn’t have bullied you." It was funny how he called them spaghetti—they really did look like that. They were all so tiny. Callista, in particular, was even thinner than the rest. I wanted to know what my three handsome monsters might've done to the witches, but I decided to save it for later.

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast

That was my cue to finally leave, so I reached the edge and saw Bloom levitating above the ground, her red hair raised and her eyes white as her hands sent power through the dome. “What's going on?” I asked Gabrielle right away. “They're monsters, but not ordinary monsters; they're lethal,” my Beta said with genuine concern. “Whatever Greco did this time, it seems to be working.” Bloom shouted before sending a stronger burst of energy. Then I saw the dome become transparent, and I could finally see hundreds of monsters falling. They all had blood coming from their ears and noses. It was clear that Bloom had fried their brains to the point of quickly destroying them.

The way the girls swoon over him only fuels my annoyance. I hate him. I don't like her. This is a trainwreck. Where is Mirasol's katana? Maybe I can fall on it? “Hello everyone, I’m Brent Hammond. You might recognize me from the cover of this year’s Assassin Magazine.” He strikes a dramatic pose that is in the theme of a Greek statue, and I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I nudge Caleb, who is also stifling laughter. “You know the slogan, ‘If they’re a danger to society, we’re a danger to them.’ Well, I coined that.” He flashes a smug grin. “And if that doesn’t ring a bell, maybe my stats will—I’m the best in the world.”

They fluttered gracefully through the battlefield. The corrupted creatures roared and tried to swat them away. The moment a butterfly touched one of the monsters— The corruption burned away. Not violently. Gently. Like darkness disappearing before dawn. The creatures screamed. Their twisted bodies dissolved into silver dust. One after another. Hundreds of them. The battlefield slowly began turning in the alliance's favor. The warriors stared in amazement. "I've never seen magic like this." Maeve whispered. "This isn't ordinary witchcraft." Kael nodded.

“This marks the sixth death in two months. The Council has yet to identify the group calling themselves the ‘Rogue Cell,’ led by the mysterious ‘Monster Queen.’ Fear is gripping the Alpha Elite as the killer continues to bypass the most advanced security systems in Nocturna…” I scoffed and muted the screen. "The Monster Queen. What a ridiculous name." "She’s efficient, Kaelen," Silas reminded me. "No DNA. No footprints. Just bodies." The elevator opened to the penthouse of Lord Aaron, a man who had spent his life hoarding riches and looking down on the weak. Now, he was slumped over his desk, his eyes wide with a terror that had frozen on his face. The room was covered in blood. Whoever did

anymore. I hated that doll Ophelia gave me. I cut it to pieces. But she didn't get mad. She just smiled and pulled out a remote. With a light press of a button, I started vomiting violently, my whole body shaking. Ophelia looked pleased with herself. "See what I can do now? I can make you throw up whenever I want. You killed our dad, and then you pretended to be some genius to steal Mom's love. This is exactly what you deserve."

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.