Butterfly Reigns Novels & Stories

PRINCESS ZILLAH liked flowers and trees that bear fruits. But she particularly loved butterflies. Her headdresses are all made by living butterflies. She is known as the Butterfly Princess as she can control these insects perfectly. Ciaran saw a woman spreading her arms in a beautiful dress, surrounded by beautiful butterflies. Some of them even perched at her head, hair, and arms.

“Wow, Jo, that’s beautiful, I heard Lily’s comment. The Butterfly brooch, I admired the other day was nicely displayed in front of me. I looked again inside the box for a note, a card, but there wasn’t one. I took the brooch out of the box and looked closely. The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me”.

The little butterfly perched on her shoulder saw Queenie’s anxiety. “Princess, when a woman has married, doesn’t that mean she belongs to her husband?” asked the little butterfly. “That’s right.” “If so, then it’s the same Prince Fabian will have you. You are the heir to the Kingdom of Bright River. Then, it means that the Bright River will belong to Prince Fabian. So all your efforts to become Queen will be for nothing. Because Fabian will rule the Kingdom of Bright River with your hand.” A small butterfly flew and perched on the box and stared at Queenie with her big, round eyes. Queenie saw the little butterfly.

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.

"Well, my future Queen, this is your chance, your kind at the palm of your hands. We will need to do more talking and counting, but for now, I'm asking you, do you want to take care of your demons, take back your family reign and be their true queen?" Basilea was silent for a long moment, and Bharat stayed still, waiting for further instructions. My fingers entwined with hers when I saw her thinking and finally made a firm decision. I swear I could see the tip of her wings shudder when she made the most important decision to the continuance of her family reign.

I said. “I want both or my daughters to be with me.” “For what, all of Zamora knows who we are and what you have done. You think having us with you will get you another year in the office.” “No,” Ricardo says, “That’s exactly what you plan to do. It will never happen.” “Isabella Maria Valéz Rodríguez, you and your sister will return to Zamora, The doorbell rang. I stood up and walked away to the door. I opened Mama was standing there. Reina was standing behind her.

"The spirit created by the Moon Goddess herself to balance this element on the world. This house is the core of my existence." Her smile faded, replaced by an expression of cold judgment. "You managed to silence the gale outside; you proved you can command the air to be still," she continued. "But to take the key to true elemental control, your Holy Power must supersede mine. You must prove you are the rightful Queen. Everyone who wants to claim my power must fight me!" I stared at the Elemental Goddess of Wind, the cold precision of her blue eyes daring me to speak. She wasn't just beautiful; she was the definition of untouchable, ancient power.

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.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

Axle asked obviously already traumatized by Uncle Astor's display earlier. "I am starting the ritual," the man was courteous enough to recognize Axle as his Alpha and respond to him accordingly. "The trouble you face is much more than you know, his allies are on their way here too to take away the key to life and power." He gave the dramatic pause to allow our confusion sink deeper. "Reign," he said and it dawned on every one of us. Of course it was Reign, she was one of the Menae. A goddess herself. "Then let's get on with the rituals already." I said unwilling to give more room for delay and although Axle looked very distant, Dante was all out like I was.