Butterfly Souls Novels & Stories

A huge red demon with the body of a muscular and furry beast and the head and neck of a python emerged from the ground. The soul looked surprised but then continued sitting and showing an 'I don't care' attitude. Of course, it would behave like that because it was a soul and felt that it wouldn't be touched by anything. But I knew that this demon can definitely cause harm to it because the mirror summons demons according to my situation. The demon reached out and tried to grab the soul in vain. The soul laughed at the demon's attempt and laughed at me as well. To my surprise, the demon laughed and the spat a black sticky substance at the soul.

Her small hands clutch the rosary as if it’s both a burden and a lifeline. Then I see it. A black butterfly, its wings the color of dried blood, flutters through a jagged hole in a shattered stained-glass window. It circles Marisol once, twice, before landing on the silver chain of the rosary. Its wings leave a powdery smear, like ash. The butterfly’s wings flex once, etching twin skulls into the air—identical to the one on the windowsill last night—before the darkness swallows us both.

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.

Her soul. Whereas Aayana is a 25 years old ambitious and talented girl with a sweet and caring nature. She loves from the core of her heart. She wants to shine in her career and she has a secret crush on Ira. She finds her soul in Ira. But she can't reach her because of her status. And she also knows that her family won't accept her reality. Still, she is in the hope that one day she will get her love. The love of her life. About whom she dreams every night and aspires every moment. The divine feelings she feels for Ira, give her the feel of a peach mountain. She is afraid that she will be able to get in touch with the love of her life. Her love. Her Soul.

Amber went all out and set up a special ritual for Leah’s birthday. It would be a celebration of her life and a spiritual rite of passage to her future. She had saged one of the rooms in the back of her store and laid out an altar in it. The altar sat upon a low black wooden table. The red silk cloth hung over the edges and upon it lay crystals, sage, moon water, and a scrying bowl.

It was the other man who made the suggestion, and both of them made a solemn oath to each other that they would never again discuss what happened that night. Before they eventually made their way home that night, they hurriedly dumped the corpses of Mr and Mrs Blair into the ocean and got rid of every piece of evidence that they could find before they did so... ****************** "A Luna has been reincarnated in two separate bodies, and her fate has been divided as a result of the curse that she carries. One will usher in an era of tranquility for the human race, while the second will usher in an era of calamity for her kind!"

Kate tried to apologize. “Look Kate, it’s me Lara. I am in this jerk’s body” Kate finally said “It’s good you come clean. What did you do? Is this a revenge for what happened last time?” “Have you too met?” Kate asked, totally confused. “Look Kate, my name is Liam, Liam Browne, the heir of the Browne family. And I don’t know how the hell I am in this woman’s body. After an assassin tried to kill me, the next thing I know was I opened my eyes in your body” Liam stated, his feminine voice calmer than earlier.

Dawn came in and sun rays were coming into the room through the window. Touching his eyes. He opened his eyes there was sun in the sky, shining and birds were twittering, cold breeze was moving in the air and few birds were cooing. It seemed like everything here was lullabying him to get him back to peaceful sleep and greeting him in this beautiful and lovely valley. He got up from the couch, rubbed his eyes and turned to counter. There he found some tall, young fella was standing behind the counter.

After him, Santi did the same thing until the rest followed. When Minerva was surrounded by those lights, it encircled her until a huge butterfly from the circle that she stood in rose from the ground and captured the lights. Afterward, it was sucked into the back of her left hand until a pattern of a butterfly inside the different colored sphere appeared. It stayed for a few minutes until it disappeared. Minerva, who was silent the entire time, glanced in the direction of her father. Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea. Although her name was still Minerva, a second name was included. And coincidentally, it was connected to the transformation of a butterfly. Seriously, was this affected her thing for

"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.