Butterfly Myths Novels & Stories

The little girl said excitedly "Avu how many times I told you to not catch butterflies or any other insects. You crush them when you hold them. And crushing or capturing innocent lives are not good. Do you think your pitasree would have liked it if he was here?" The girl scold her daughter who's face fell immediately She looked at the butterfly and indeed it was crushed. "I am sorry! I won't do it again. No pitashree would not have liked it if he was here. But now what to do?" The little girl asked

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

Zion looked extra excited after entering the area. "Mommy, look! What's that?" He pointed to a big butterfly and asked. Isn't that a butterfly? "But it's so big, and it's so beautiful! This is the first time I've seen it." "Zion was about to reach out his hand to grab it as he spoke, but Henry stopped him." "Don't move. The more beautiful things are here, the more we can't touch them. They are poisonous butterflies. Their wings are coated with poison dust. Your hand will rot once you touch them."

I told her I wanted it to get better, so she helped me by reading up on how to look after butterflies. We tended to it, cared for it, until the day it was time for it to heal, and it should have left. It didn’t. I told her we didn’t do it right. The butterfly didn’t fly like we’d read in the book. She said we should give it more time. I’d given up hope, in my eyes the butterfly was dead. Then one day, she told me to come, she lifted the lid, and the butterfly flew out of the box.

“So I thought we could do a representation of common misconceptions of our ancestors. Ones that came from either movies, books or even folklore itself.” Liam nodded, his expression thoughtful. “I like that. We could pull from the most well known ones. Like how vampires turn into bats.” Liam hissed the last word. “Or like how werewolves senselessly attack humans when we change, or how just a simple bite or scratch will turn you or how we howl every time we see the moon.” Ethan rolled his eyes clearly annoyed. “And how witches are always green, ugly and evil.” Maya had been jotting down every idea that had been voiced.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

“Have I not caught you yet, daughter of Beelzebub?” Cent answered his arrogant comeback with a snort. “Let us see about that then.” On cue, a surge of black and red slaughter butterflies flew from the swamp waters the moment the hundreds of deadly feathers raced to Maleficent. The butterflies intercepted the first half of the feathers—devouring them in one go. The second half of the flock of feathers was able to avoid the onslaught of slaughter butterflies when they were able to swerve from the ascending attack of the butterflies.

How could it be otherwise. “Lemming or not, I'm not jumping that cliff with you. And I'm done being a maggot. I'd rather be a butterfly. Something that can fly away.” One crept out from behind a leaf, a scintillating blue Morpho. I coaxed it onto my palm then blew it in his face. “That way, if we fall, I won't smash open like a pinata.”

Ellen explained again adopting the role of a translator. Ada lifted her eyes with good-humored mocking in them. “And of course, a swan, a butterfly, actually three butterflies. I also see squares everywhere.” “Swan means good luck and happy love life. Squares mean content, peace,” Ellen explained again. “And butterflies?” Arsen questioned smiling at her with pride discovering this new skill, if one could call it a skill, his mate had. Ellen swallowed, lifted her head into a cocky proud position and said, “Pleasure, a lot of physical pleasure.”

Of course I couldn't be bothered if they believed me or not, as long as they didn't harm me. The leader then stepped forward and began speaking: “Everyone knows that the Butterflies Royal Spirit Bloodline is a unique bloodline constitution only carried by the royal family of Royal Spirit Empire. Every child born under the royal family must surely carry this unique trait. In all of the Ancient Reality continent, they're the most revered and feared!” He stopped there, probably unwilling to speak more than that to me. I nodded and took a mental note. “May I know why they're the most revered and feared?” I asked, curiously.