Butterfly Souls Novels & Stories

I wanted her — to see her, to hear her, to feel her — in dimensions I didn’t know, in ways I hadn’t ever before. Four of her spy butterflies emerged from her wrists, hovering above me, and I let out a chuckle. “Someone’s getting impatient, hmm?” I said in a low, hoarse voice. “You can blindfold my body, but there is no way you can blindfold my soul,” she said. I smirked, “then your soul should see what you do to my soul.” I unzipped my fly, pulling out my throbbing soul. I stroked my soul, peering right at her butterflies. I looked at Zeve and she gulped. The feverish tightness took over my whole body as I smirked, biting my bottom lips softly.

She had feigned death, escaped the wreckage, and now, years later, she was about to be bound to him in a way that defied both logic and fate. Selene’s stomach churned. The Soul-Oath was known to bind two souls so tightly that they shared pain, emotions, and even memories. She had never thought she would be forced to undergo it, and certainly not with the very man she had condemned to his suffering. But now, it seemed the inevitable had arrived. Her eyes locked with Kael’s from across the room, and for the briefest moment, something stirred within her. A flicker of recognition? No, that was impossible. He hadn’t remembered her, not yet. And it would be better that way.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

, She mumble "What did you just say to me?!!", Anthony boomed in fury. How dare she bring his sister into thi She opened her mouth to give him a reply, but she exited her mouth her mouth was not what she was expectin As she opened her to reply him, she felt funny, and suddenly, a surge of fluid emitted from her system like larva leaving a volcano, and she threw up on Anthony. Before long, Anthony was completely drenched in vomit

She rubbed his back lovingly. Leya flew low around Fewa. The Little Dragon sat on the ground in very poor condition. His broken wings turned blue. The wings should be bright green, flaming, and slightly scaly, like Fewa’s skin. The little butterfly then circled Fewa. It was like Leya was examining Fewa’s wound. A moment later, Leya opened her mouth wide. Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities.

"My soul? Is that what she did to me? Do you know what it is called?" I hit send and after a few seconds the computer dings again and this time the email reads, "It's the Soul Eater. Surviving off of our souls, she gets everlasting life and the only way to get yours back, is to kill her. She has been around for thousands of years and will continue to take people's souls unless someone stops her." Typing one more reply, I send it and a notification comes up, "Unable to send. Please try again."

Some struggled, some gave up and we never saw them again but as time went on, we discovered that they were switched off too - I like to say that instead of saying the word 'killed' - and then we finally realized we were never getting out of there without being the person they wanted us to be and that was exactly what I became, a killer. I had my first kill at the age of twelve, then I realized there was no hope for my soul. I turned off all my emotions and made myself a heartless being. I'd killed a married woman who had two young children, they never told us why we killed, we just followed orders. I watched the husband fall apart wondering how he was going to take of his kids after his othe

“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”.

If you take a glance at the piece of artwork hanging in front of me now, you might be thinking that it was just another piece of a plain and dull butterfly by the look of it but if you look closely- it was crafted very beautifully. The butterfly symbols of life, endurance, change, and hope. In many cultures, people associate butterflies with souls- how beautiful. The man beside me lifted his eyebrows as he sees my reaction and I shyly look at him back and forth and a slight smirk appeared on his lips. "I know you will love it," he said, now hands folded as he stood silently observing the piece with me and I grin at the remark. My eyes catch the name written below the butterfly wings in a sig

Summer shook her head, "You are nowhere near an adult, and when you do become one I would hope that you would follow a different path than this." Summer couldn't help the sudden squeeze she felt on her heart as she took Melissa in. With her bright caramel eyes and curly red hair she looked just like a doll. If anything Summer prayed that when she did become an adult all this would be over and that the child could live a peaceful life free of conspiracy, drug, violence, and fighting. "If you're still doing this then I am too!" Melissa responded defiantley. "If I don't then you need to stop it too."