Butterfly Myths Novels & Stories

It spread its wings, and slowly, it lifted into the air. I watched the butterfly as it fluttered above us, its wings shining in the sunlight. "It's like magic," I said. "It is a kind of magic," my grandmother said. "But it's not just magic. It's science. It's nature." I thought about this for a moment. "It's science and magic," I said. "Yes," my grandmother said. "That's the best kind of magic, I think." We sat in the garden for a while longer, watching the butterfly flutter around. And as I sat there, I felt a new understanding growing inside me.

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.

Tell me Alec, who's the butterfly? Let's not make me sound like I'm insulting someone at the moment. The point is, you've been comparing them all day, and you have like a thousand differences. Why do you think they would be the same because they're related all of a sudden? Blood doesn't mean the same behaviours. So Misha is technically the butterfly and Ravenna is the bee? When she can finally read our minds. I'd tell her you compared her to an insect that has a fucking stick up it's ass. Hehe.

We lay in the grass and two enormous green dragonflies dart past us. “Do you want to know something silly” I ask, “when I was a kid, I used to pretend that the bees, dragonflies and butterflies were all fairies in disguise.” But fairies weren’t real. “That’s not stupid. I didn’t believe in magic before and now I think anything is possible” he answers. Brue is running through the grass and startles a small gardener snake. The snake slithers next to us in the long grass. “Ahh” I scream.

The large colorful butterfly violently flapped its wings in the face of those toxins. The toxins unleashed by Fiona turned back on them, resulting in horrified screams.

Alone, sitting. Not that the fairy knew anything else. The time passed, until, on a hot spring day, a butterfly flew through the mountains and glaciers, and as if it were only there for this cause, it lands on the fairy's wrist. The fairy does not react, no movement stands there as it has done for a long time, staring at the blue and black wings of the butterfly. This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch, then, suddenly closing it as if it had changed its mind, again flapping its wings and flying through the colossal pillars of ice, disappearing from the castle.

Yet I can't help but be fascinated by her. "A butterfly," she says, as it lands on her finger. Even after all she's been through, she looks at it with such delight. As if the world is innocent and beautiful. I want to see the world through her eyes. "I've never seen a butterfly this color," she says, smiling at the silver stars against its dark blue wings. "So, it can't be a regular butterfly. Maybe it's a magical butterfly." "It's a fairy," I say, surprised that something so playful has come from my mouth. “Magic.”

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.

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.

She shouted towards, Jessie and the others, immediately ran on the pathway above the earth wall, towards Ivan. Belle leaped above and grabbed the others with her webs, carrying them all. "This will be a bumpy ride." She then leaped and walked in a fleeting speed with her eight legs that can climb any wall in sight. The earth wall in the South did not collapse for the enemies had been given the ability to fly, with their wings. Suddenly, instead of going towards the hive, the butterfly monsters pursued where the others ran. Belle saw the flying monsters flew towards them; their colored wings were so elegant that you it can mislead you to think that they're creatures of goodness. Beauty really