Meteora Butterfly Novels & Stories

"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.

I look around, and Teresa is gone. I hear her scream from the room next door. “Get away from me!” I look in front of me, there is a man, but it’s not Pablo or Juan. He licked his fingers. “Who are you?” I back up until I hit the wall. “No need to be afraid. I won’t hurt you unless you want me to.” “Who are you?” I asked again. “I am Mateo, I am the general of Zamora and your father’s right-hand man.”

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

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

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.

"They are golden butterflies so I assume they are in meadows. Try searching in Mariposas." "Mariposas? Is that a place here?" "Yes," Miranda replied, chuckling as she continues her work. "It's another Kingdom governed by winged demons. Pixie like but more human with huge wings like butterflies. I'm sure you'll know what's gold there and they have dust to give." "Are they nice?" "Uhm... no, not all are nice." "What!" She exclaimed. "I should just stick to the butterflies in the meadow." "But taking dust of those little butterflies will lose their wings' full sternness. Besides, one of the little ones won't be enough."

I tried setting it free, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The butterfly floated into the sky amongst the different bulbs of mystical lights that hung all around in the empty space. Then it flew into the heavy phosphorescence and grew as big as a magnified butterfly in a camera, covering a vast majority of the empty space. Its colours shone brighter and more beautiful than any rainbow I'd ever seen. It flew back to face me, then burst into little, pebbles of sparks, engulfing my whole being. At a point, I'd already accepted what I was seeing to be only just a dream, however, turning back to see my cousin, I began to contemplate.

Insects buzz lazily through the sun's rays from above. "Look," said Torcia, pointing to a flying dragonfly that landed in front of them. "There are more than a dozen different types of dragonflies in this forest, and there are at least a hundred different species of butterflies. If you come at dusk, you can see purple butterflies with thin stripes – they gather gathered right there on top of the trees..." "Miss Ezra". He cut in. "I'm a Londoner. We don't care about insects, except to consider how to get rid of them most effectively."

The silver butterflies are formed through the aura of the moon, and they would always favor the priestess of the clan that has been deemed as the servants of the moon goddess for generation. The ritual of the mate ceremony is to first get the blessing of the moon goddess before using the moonlight as medium to link the souls of the two fated mates as one. The silver butterflies did not stay long above Priestess Eva’s palms, and they fluttered their wings to glide on top of the crescent platform. There are three butterflies and two of them flew to Asha and Samel’s direction while the last one hovered at the center of the crescent platform while shining brighter and brighter until it could riv

He doesn’t have to say anything because from the way he moves so uncomfortably, he knows about Chris’ heroic deeds. “You don’t get a say-” “Oh, can it, Dad?” Victor yells, and I love that he’s standing up to his father. It makes him look so hot. They’re both arguing, but I don’t listen to them anymore because something catches my eye. A… butterfly? A black butterfly flies so gracefully, I study it in awe because it has the most beautiful wings I’ve ever seen. Black with tiny stars on them. And those stars glow, it’s so pretty.