Butterfly Myths Novels & Stories

In the end, the primeval fairy butterflies gradually went extinct amidst the chaos of war. At the present moment, even the specimens of this type of fairy butterflies were very difficult to find. Ding Hao didn't expect that he would see such a mysterious species here. "Meow, little butterflies, you are so cute. Why don't you play hide and seek with me?" The Evil Moon tried hard to put on a lovely look. After this Demon King recognized the identity of these butterflies, his first reaction was to take a few fairy butterflies away by deception. In this way, he might be able to culture some divine medicines in the future and then take these medicines to become an immortal.

And believe me when I say that this has been proven by the many paranormal experts and magic users in your own world. But of course, I could be making this all up since not all of the stories here are real, remember? Oh, you’ve forgotten about that part, I see. Well, I haven’t. And once again, be reminded that most of the stories here in the Supernatural Spa are true… But not all of them. Here is another story about butterflies and their role in the afterlife. Enjoy! +++++++++++++

Zeve yelled in a suppressed tone. “Who said the strongest alpha couldn’t have phobias?” “Well, Amor. My butterflies never scared you. They are small and alive and they can fly!” “How could they be scary when they felt so good? I mean, I am not scared of butterflies and houseflies, you know? Anything greater than their size and that can fly is scary, like a bat or a hummingbird,” I gestured with my hands, trying to show my stupid intellect on my phobia of flying creatures.

It would be difficult to increase his speed within a month, let alone fulfilling the request of the Aqua Dragon to pass the test. Wilbur felt despair at that moment. Suddenly, he saw a bird flying past him, and his attention shifted to a few butterflies nearby. The butterflies were flying near a small plant with a few cocoons attached to it. One of the cocoons wriggled under the sunlight, and then a butterfly broke out from the cocoon and flew away. The butterfly flapped its wings and gradually flew across Wilbur. "What?" Wilbur frowned. What he saw made him realize something, gravity should affect everything within its field. Even a drop of water would be affected. Caterpillars and butterfl

On closer inspection, the flickering of the butterflies was actually them phasing between butterfly state and teeny tiny fairies. I heard someone gasp. Looking around, I saw that the others had also inspected the butterflies and were seeing the tiny faeries as well. "They are flower faeries," explained Aurora. "Distant cousins are unable to take human size but can use glamour to hide themselves, usually as butterflies or bumble bees. Due to humans, they are not often found outside our realm." As if to add credence to the Fae Queen's words, some of the faeries transformed into bumble bees.

Gabriel would kill me if he knew. “Well there are a lot of myths and stories told for so many generations and cultures I’d like to believe those kinds of things are true. There are dragon stories from Chinese mythology and then you have the medieval knights fighting dragons. Sometimes I wish I was there to witness for myself what these people were actually seeing for those kinds of myths to told for so long. It’s very interesting.”

“I’m not sure what I’m looking at.” “It’s an ice faerie. Right now, the larva’s metamorphizing to its final state. When that’s finished, it will emerge with icy wings.” She reached out a hand to touch it, but hesitated, not wanting to disturb the chrysalis. “It’s a real faerie?” “Not exactly. It’s closer to an Earth butterfly, but there is something magical about them. My mother says if you catch one, it will grant your wish.” She looked up at him, finding he was bent near her. “Have you ever caught one?”

"I didn't!" Aurelia protested. "I was checking on Aria." Miss Agatha's lips twitched. "Of course you were." Breakfast was simple. Fresh bread. Fruit. Tea. Aurelia spent most of it telling us about the butterflies she intended to find. "There was a yellow one." "And a blue one." "And one that looked almost white." She frowned thoughtfully. "Or maybe it was just very clean." I laughed. "I've never considered whether butterflies keep themselves clean."

Annabel said with wide eyes, “what’s that?” I smiled at how she could find utter amazement in something, even when she had no idea what it is. “It’s a cocoon,” I said. “Ahhh!” Annabel said excitedly, “you mean like the hungry caterpillar? Does that mean that a butterfly is going to come out?” “That’s right,” I said, finding her enthusiasm contagious. “I was going to keep it warm until it opens so I can see what sort of butterfly it is. But if you want, you can take it home and keep an eye on it for me.”

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.