Butterfly Souls Novels & Stories

‘Incredible! Staring at the line that said “Butterflies Royal Spirit Bloodline” in the page I'd ripped off, I remembered, in that instance, when Teacher Kira had spoken to me before my first breakthrough. She'd explained that I'd initially been possessing the Dormant Royal Spirit Bloodline. It was only after I woke it up that the “Dormant” became “Butterflies”. Shaking my head, I knew that that was really not my problem at the moment. Since I still had some time, I could just as well use it to acquire more knowledge with my newfound ability which I would call, “Fingers of Knowledge.”

Vivianne covered her mouth when she saw this, and she suppressed the urge to throw up as she asked, "Mr. York, why are there worms coming out of their mouths?" Frederick flicked his wrist again, and the four silver needles landed right on the worms. They struggled for a while and then grew still. He said impassively, "This is a worm curse. The pupae treat the human body as a host, and they absorb the essence and blood of their host. When the pupae mature and become butterflies, that's the day the host dies. "Now all they need is some medicine that can replenish their energy. They'll be fine after that."

“I don't like Beelzebub. Why can't he be Lord of the Butterflies?” And all the Lords loathe you. “Lords? As in evil demon overlords? Well, I'll be damned. When do I meet Cthulu?” He's not something to make light of. I hoped that Samael was joking. The butterfly's wings crumpled. It flitted slightly in his palm. Its soul danced out of its body, a little sparkling light, and darted into his heart's abyss. “You killed it,” I complained.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

They were beautiful, but it would be more beautiful if Syne appeared. Unfortunately, she wasn't the one who appeared. "I don't think Syne loved butterflies," The voice added, still not showing his face. "Who is he?" I asked Fermine. "You told us Syne loved butterflies!" Via added. "Are you kidding us?" "I think it's more of Uriel since he usually turned the souls into butterflies before they reincarnate," The voice explained. His voice is baritone and I can say it is full of sarcasm. "Who are you?" Via pulled out his knife even though I knew we were nothing against them. "Where is my brother?"

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

Suyi thought that the beast she would be fighting was the same as the ones she had fought for the past few minutes. But it seemed that she was doomed to fail the very first mission she took. Although souls can no longer die except being dissolved to nothingness, against a beast, they could be captured and trapped as a source for their power. It is either you kill the beast, or the beast will suck your soul away. Right now she is fighting a beast called Cerberus, it is a giant 3 headed dog, they are strong creatures but they are not rare individuals, unlike unicorns or phoenixes and faes.

" Like a tide of hopelessness, the lost souls glided toward us rather than walking. Their spectral hands grabbed for my flesh, and as soon as they made contact, memories that weren't mine exploded in my head. The scream of a lady. A fighter going down on his knees. It was an already lost war. I gasped and staggered back. Damon took hold of my wrist. "Hey, Melissa! What's the matter? With blurred eyesight, I gripped his arm. "These souls—they're more than just spirits." I trembled when I spoke. They resembled us. Warriors from earlier cycles. Damon tightened his jaw. "Then they didn't succeed." The closest lost soul screamed, its voice twisted in agony. "We tried, but we failed."

I am confident that this time you will be able to make things right. Taking a deep breath, I stepped closer to the water's edge. The Weres floated gently down the current, their eyes reflecting the glow of the Spirit River. Each soul shimmered with a unique light, an echo of their earthly lives—some flickering like candle flames, while others glowed with the steady brilliance of stars. I felt their stories wrapping around me, their joys and sorrows intertwining with my own. “Come,” I whispered, my heart aching for the souls before me. “It is time to release your burdens. You are safe here.”