Butterfly Resurrection Novels & Stories

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.

Even in daylight, the soul had found a new messenger. Eloise’s gaze locked onto the butterfly with hypnotic intensity. She could not look away. Its wings, once a shimmering velvet black edged in electric blue, began to quiver unnaturally. One by one, they detached and drifted downward like dying leaves, revealing a soft, pulsating body beneath. In seconds the delicate creature had transformed into something grotesque: a fat, glistening worm the length of her forearm, its pale, segmented flesh slick with viscous fluid. It writhed slowly against the bamboo wall, leaving a faint, iridescent trail behind it.

Now I lived again, in a body not mine, in a forest I did not know. The goddess had given me another chance. But for what—revenge, or redemption? The howl grew closer. My pulse raced. My new body trembled. Whoever’s life I had stolen—or borrowed—came with dangers I did not yet understand. I stepped back, the mark on my shoulder burning faintly, pulling—like a tether being pulled from far away. And then I heard it. A voice, deep and broken, carried faintly on the wind. “Selene…”

"They're not exactly the same. They're changed. Marked. They carry death with them. They're alive but also not. Walking between. Forever caught. You need to be okay with that." "What does that mean?" I demand. "What kind of changes?" "I don't know." My mother looks scared. "Every resurrection is different. Every return unique. But none of them come back completely whole. They're all missing something. Or carrying something extra. Or transformed in ways you can't predict." Luna hesitates. "Should I still do it?" I look at the space where Zephyr died. Where Erebus sacrificed himself. At the mates I lost. The loves I need back.

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.

"I'm gonna satisfy your needs baby... I know you've been craving some cock... I'm gonna satisfy you so hard... You're gonna beg for more... And you won't need her fingers anymore..." He said, delusional. Then I felt his hands inside my bottom bikini, then I felt something twisted inside my stomach. "HECATE!!! HELP ME!!! HECATE!!! PLEASE!!! I NEED YOU!! HELP ME!!! PLEASE!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, begging for Hecate to come and save me. I'm still doing my best to fight and resist him. Then I heard Hecate scream my name. "HESTIA!!" [Hecate]

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

In the end, the primeval fairy butterflies gradually went extinct amidst the chaos of war. At the present moment, even the specimens of this type of fairy butterflies were very difficult to find. Ding Hao didn't expect that he would see such a mysterious species here. "Meow, little butterflies, you are so cute. Why don't you play hide and seek with me?" The Evil Moon tried hard to put on a lovely look. After this Demon King recognized the identity of these butterflies, his first reaction was to take a few fairy butterflies away by deception. In this way, he might be able to culture some divine medicines in the future and then take these medicines to become an immortal.

Caterpillars and butterflies should not be exempted from gravity. However, when the caterpillars turned into butterflies, they flew without being held back by gravity. Wilbur wondered if Vicente's immortal realm was a location subjected to special gravitational anomaly. Was there any way he could fight against the special gravitational pull here? Just then, a thought came to his mind—dragon aura! The butterflies could use their wings to counteract the effects of gravity around them. Therefore, he should be able to use dragon aura to neutralize the effects of the special gravitational force around him too. If that worked, then he would not be subjected to the special gravitational pull here.

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.