Butterfly Myths Novels & Stories

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!”

I drop my head on the floor, crawling like the caterpillar that I am. I can’t wait to have my wings so that I can fly, fly, fly, up, up, up, and away. Oh, wait! I’m already flying! I felt my body suddenly lift. I grew wings! No, this doesn't feel like wings. Have I grown another set of limbs? They’re huge! A pair of strong, muscular limbs wrapped around me. Did I become a spider? I cried. No, I don’t want to be a spider! I wriggled, wanting to be a caterpillar again so I could grow wings and turn into a butterfly.

The blessed fairies he had lured them into a conspiracy plan while they were using his pixie dust to drive everyone as crazy as crack powder. At least the fairy killer, as he became known, which was the nickname he got, when he said, openly, that he hated fairies, because they were like butterflies, so since he was a child, he ripped the butterfly wings, therefore he hates fairies, because they have butterfly-like wings, their butts and wings shine like cicadas, they all have butts.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

" She asked, placing her hands together. Mitchell's heart warmed at Angela's request, and she embraced the opportunity to tell a story about a butterfly. She took a deep breath and began, her voice gentle and soothing. "Once upon a time, in a magical garden, there lived a beautiful butterfly named Luna. Luna had beautiful wings adorned with shades of blue, purple, and gold. She flew gracefully from flower to flower, spreading joy and beauty wherever she went." "As Luna explored the garden, she encountered a caterpillar named Oliver. Oliver was envious of Luna's colorful wings and longed to fly freely like her. Luna, sensing Oliver's longing, decided to share her wisdom with him." "Luna told

“Victor, I’m fine. I don’t want to be in bed, I want to go to the training room so you teach me how to fight.” “Sofia, can you please stop being stubborn and just lie on that bed and rest. That butterfly you claim to have seen is a scouter butterfly a rare species of butterfly in Drakorya you don’t want near you because it will leaving you having dreams for days, you could even die in your dream but you didn’t, you found your way out and when people find their way out of their dreams it leaves them weak so you have to rest, that’s an order. No training today.” Oh my gods, I can’t even slam my hands on my bed out of anger.

Just as Karen was engrossed in the manuscript, a light-hearted male voice came from behind her. Karen turned and looked at Ivan, her crystal clear eyes were full of questions. "In our small town, there is a story of the butterfly's love, always together in pairs, be it in life or death..." After a pause, Ivan said, "The butterflies were on your dress, but they were torn apart. It was not a good omen." "I thought that we're in a scientific world now, I didn't expect that you'd believe in such superstitions." Karen chuckled. She didn't believe that if Charlie Gook had not made a fuss at that charity party years ago, and Kevin had not gotten angry with her, then Warren Silas would not have cut

So she turned to another page that carried another title. The Third Mythical Creature of the Earth. The wailing faeries.( Banshee) She sucked in a deep breath, before reading through the lines and Just like the others. There was an image of a blue butterfly in a ring. The butterfly was similar to the one on her neck which was also similar to the one she found at the mansion. It was simple, but Clara had expected something more, something more mysterious. Anxiously, she began reading through the pages, eager to know more and find a solution to her problem if there was any.

she said softly. “That’s just as ridiculous as saying that vampires are cold blooded. You’ve felt for yourself the warmth of my flesh and blood,” He said patiently. “There are a few myths that are fact; such as the one about vampires not being able to enter a private residence without being invited. But, there are many fallacies being taught.” “Such as?”

"Why can't?" "Because, the wind that blows at high places, is getting stronger. It will make the butterfly wings become damaged," "Is it true?" asked Nathania, she couldn't believe what she had just found out about this beautiful creature called "butterfly" "Nathan wants to have wings like an eagle," "Why an eagle?"