Butterfly Resurrection Novels & Stories

The butterflies in my belly flapped happily. “Thanks for saying yes.” He whispered against my lips. I kissed him, “you know there was no way I would have said no.” “It's still expected of me to ask.” He grinned. Sighing, I placed my head on his chest, letting him rock me slowly. My life didn't have to end awfully in the end. I have been reborn to take the place of my father, and fight for the eternal freedom of my people. I am the reborn Luna Kira and I have come to live.

He wrote with such medical detail, had documented every case so fastidiously, that Caitlin felt this volume was authentic. As she kept reading, her hands trembling with excitement, she came across something that struck her as pure gold: “It was not until the late spring, long after the ground had thawed, that I stumbled across something that put an end to our small village’s epidemic. It was a combination of certain herbs. When used in conjunction with the ritual, it healed the vampire before my eyes. She went from hysterical, desperately seeking blood, hardly able to be chained to her bed, to the teenager we all once knew. As of this writing, many years later, she never returned to vampiris

He kissed the back of Jinx's head and snuggled his ear. Doll looked stricken. "In the end, he saved them. He was coming to sacrifice them. I know he was. He could have won. My heart hurts for him. I wouldn't believe it if I didn't see it with my own eyes, but he gave this little one back the spark of life that had gone cold." Time suddenly froze and Jinx saw three butterflies land near the kits and start to transform into familiar figures.

Resurrection was only successful if something greater than life was offered and besides if I die, Hazem will no longer spill blood and most important of all, the witches will agree to help find a cure for Adaline. “Just let me do this for Adaline.” I tell her hoping she would give up. The witches broke us up advising me to lay down on one of the symbols they drew. There were two symbols, Tera was placed on the right and I was placed on the left. A witch got in the middle chanting thoroughly in tongues. She grabs a dagger, cutting my flesh, letting it to run as well as Tera’s. Both blood ran into each other and the witch returns to speaking in tongues. I gave one last glance to Camila who was

Soon, the air was clear of smoke and Amren immediately collapsed on the cold floor. Rhysand lay on the bed while Amren lay on the floor. The room quiets down after witnessing the forbidden ritual take place under their watch, the book of Resurrection on the table. Cold air blew into the room and flung open the chapters of the book, Witch Resurrection Dose. There the chapter of the book was written. "The Consequences of This Ritual is the exchange of the witch's life....INTERCHANGE OF DEATH AND LIFE....The Doer Dies, The Dead comes back to life"

Breathtaking. I’d always been a fan of butterflies. They were gorgeous creatures. And they were free, flying anywhere their hearts desired. But most of all, they represented the ongoing transformation of self throughout life. After finishing college, butterflies related to how I was feeling. Long ago, I was a certain type of Mia who talked and thought one way. Years in college and away from Dad and my brothers, I was a different person with another perspective. It had been a complete metamorphosis—egg to larva, pupa to adult.

"You're under a powerful curse. I can't lift it. You must find the person who cast it." With tears streaming down her cheeks, my best friend dropped to her knees, begging the nun for help. After pondering for a moment, the nun handed me a scroll of prayer. "This will buy you time, but the curse will eventually rebound onto the puppet. "However, your fates are intertwined now. If you died, she would die too; if she died, you'd be dragged down with her. "This isn't a long-term solution. You must find the person who placed the curse on you and have them lift it."

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.

THE CURSED REBIRTH (Chapter 4) (Point of View: The Luna) My initial reaction was one of coldness. The kind of cold that seeps into bone, cruel as treachery and sharp as glass, rather than the soft coolness of dawn air caressing bare skin. I could have sworn—no, I was positive—that I had taken my last breath, but my chest rose in a startled gasp. I recall the burn of the poison and how my vision became blurry as the moonlight above me broke into shards. I recall Lyra's sly smile and her hushed victory. I recall my friend Kael's eyes widening in shock, but it was too late to save me.

I touched my face, and my eyes landed on the calendar. 2016? “Mum... are we not in 2026?” “2026? Are you crazy?” “You have an interview this morning, remember? I've made breakfast. Get dressed and come downstairs quickly, okay?” “Hmmm.” I flashed her a smile as I slumped onto the bed. I thought I died... What happened? My mind flashed back to that moon. Could it be the light? I remembered making a wish. Could it be that the heavens heard me? So I'm not dead. Is this a second chance... To rewrite my mistakes?