Mariposa Novelas e Histórias

"Your powers define you Azura. They are connected to your emotions, anger, sad, happiness. Your emotions can control your power. You just need to learn how to keep them at Bay." Wow, okay. Can someone wake me up from this nightmare already?. What's with all these talks about powers? "I know this must all sound strange to you. But you will understand everything soon." "I don't even know what to call you. I mean from your voice, I know you are female. But a female what exactly? Who are you and what's your name?" Maybe we could start there. "My name is Lily. I am your spirit guide and I'm so happy to find out you are alive little princess. We all thought you were dead"

People only use nature in their own benefits but never take good care of it. "Hello Gahala," came from a sweet yet melancholic voice. "Hello Marikit, what's with the sad voice?" I didn't help but to asked. Marikit is a tulip flower with a yellow color. They are all cheerful here everytime I visit and I'm surprised because they look all so lonely. "Nothing, it's just that I feel sad for my fellow flowers in the real world because some of them never experience how to be taken care just like here." She said in most sorrowful voice.

The cheese from this kingdom is divine; especially paired with their honey and date molasses. To the east of the Kingdom of the Moon is the Celestial Waters Pack. The pack occupies the beaches and cliffs on the coastline. They are expert fishermen and pearl divers. Maristela is from this pack. Her name means “Star of the Sea”. She says children of the pack start swimming as babies. She says the salt water runs in their veins. As an orphan, the Crown dictates that all children who are not of Alpha birth, like me, are taken to the central market in the Kingdom of the Moon. There, the children are sold to be slaves, children of childless couples, and child brides. Mari was bought by Osiris to b

But Esteban… he was like a shadow that refused to be shed. Days bled into a blur of fear and exhaustion. We slept in damp hollows, the jungle floor our mattress. The constant drone of the wilderness a soundtrack to our terror. One sweltering afternoon, as Dragon slept fitfully, his small hand gripping my torn shirt, I saw it. Perched on a broad, waxy leaf, its black wings stark against the vibrant green. A mariposa negra. My breath hitched. It wasn't just the color; it was the way it moved, a deliberate, almost knowing stillness. Then I saw the faint etching on its wing, barely visible to the naked eye – a tiny, skeletal face.

Zara cuts in before he can say anything more, "let's not scare the girl. She's only just become a part of this world." "Fine," he sighs as he says this as though not talking about it is a serious letdown for him. "Guess it's a good thing that dragons aren't found in the U.S. There are also Kitsune and Selkie. Then, there are witches, banshees, and vampires.” "Don't forget about the fae," Zara butts in, clearly excited. "Fae?" "Incubi, succubi, dwarfs, elves, gnomes, goblins, leprechaun, sprites, trolls, pixies, brownies," Zara ticks them off on her fingers excitedly.

My mouth watered when I saw all the fresh fruit and cream stuffed crêpes. ‘Nice to see you here, Zayka’ Lyosha breathed into my ear popping up out of nowhere. I jumped in surprise and he smiled at me. He had tied his hair up in a messy man bun, he hadn’t shaved in a few days and his deep blue eyes seemed to stare right into my soul. ‘Care to join me for lunch?’ he asked. Not waiting for my answer he motioned to the clerk that he was ready to order. ‘What would you like?’ he asked with a heart melting smile showcasing his perfectly straight white teeth. I stuttered my order to the clerk, ordering a strawberry and cream stuffed crêpe while Lyosha ordered a banana and chocolate one. He handed

Hr growled, pulling her face closer to his, his lips at her ears, "Anything for you buttercup," That night, Marcellus stood by the glass window in his dome, casting a weary glance on Ocean city. He slowly exhaled the smoke from the cigarette he rolled between his lips. His jaws clenched and unclenched from worry, the air was thick with something evil and ominous he could feel it in his bones and it chilled him to the core. Something just didn't feel right. Karma was really a bitch. And she had him wrapped around her little fingers now. Leading him right into his destruction.

"Oh, yeah, I almost forgot. Madam Ria, this is my future wife Green. Green, this is madam Ria, the caretaker of this orphanage." Green glared at Langit, she didn't mind Langit introduced her that way. While madam Ria smiled widely. "Nice to know you, Miss Green. You are very pretty, just like miss Keira, excuse me then, the water is boiling, I'll bring the noodles over here then." Madam Ria left Green and Langit before finishing her words, because she should to take care of the children from the orphanage who play the rain with Green a moment ago.

Cecilia only averted her gaze. ‘Damn, I’m trying to get her involved and get to know her. But at this rate…’ Just then, Matthew thought of something. “Rose, what kind of creatures can we find around these parts?” Matthew asked. “Eh, well… We’re in the hills and around us are marshlands pretty much so… Maybe swamp creatures like bugs or amphibians or reptiles, why?” “Is that so..” Matthew cupped his chin as he thought. “Hm?” Rose tilted her head in confusion.

Every few steps, I even see solo explorers. “ Do you want to know a fun fact?”, I ask Marcello “ I have a feeling you’ll tell me even if I say no.” “ You’re right , I will” He smiles a cheeky smile. I have been seeing more of those since yesterday. “ Do you know about the kraken plant?” “ Isn’t that only in cartoons and books? It’s real?” I look at him like he’s grown two heads. “ Of course, the kraken is real. What are you talking about?”