The Butterfly Effect Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucas’s decision made Auelia feeling complicated inside, because if Lucas became her aide then Audelia felt like she would change the course of history. ‘Then again..’ ‘Just by returning to the past, I already changed the history..’ Audelia mused such thought as she was in her deep thought. Starting from saving Trisvia, distancing herself from Prince Jonathan, saving Lucas, helping her father to reform the law in Grand Duchy and more important of all, becoming the apostle of High God. All of Audelia’s action was considered as butterfly effect. Thinking about this, Audelia could only sighed in resignation as she allowed Lucas to do as he pleased.

"Why can't?" "Because, the wind that blows at high places, is getting stronger. It will make the butterfly wings become damaged," "Is it true?" asked Nathania, she couldn't believe what she had just found out about this beautiful creature called "butterfly" "Nathan wants to have wings like an eagle," "Why an eagle?"

After a long silence, Philip had not decided how to face the next situation. No matter what he did, he had to first go to the sixth zone of the stargate in Cochly Mountain to obtain what his mother left behind back then. Benny looked at Philip’s serious face, patted him on the shoulder lightly, and said, “Your choice determines the fate of the people you care about and also your fate. At this point, I can no longer predict your fate. Philip, you’re the variable in this unfathomable world and the only variable in the future. You need to think carefully. These may be your personal choices, but to a larger extent, they may cause a butterfly effect and change the general course of the world.”

She tried to push what she's believing in. "No, Finley. Do you know how your Dad initiate the tall between the us?" She shook her head. "It's because of your brother, I was looking at your family picture at the living room and he caught me holding Baxter's photo. He told me that if ever he can have the chance to go back in time, he would want to change his plans just to save your brother. Finley, always remember that if a person stops talking about someone they lost, doesn't mean they don't miss them." He quotes.

“It is proven, a fact in my time. Mitsuhide we have sent people to the moon. We have sent vehicles to the planet Mars. We have photos of other stars like our sun, and even other planets like earth. All the science and thought of being able to do this comes from our past, though. Our past in my time is right here, now.“, she said. “You must want to go back.“, he stated. “Mitsuhide. Even if I wanted too, I don’t think I could. Now I have to be careful, or I could say r do something that changes the timeline completely.“, she said, “basically the butterfly effect.” “Butterfly effect?“, he asked as he settled in his cushion on the veranda holding her hand he pulle

"But I didn't expect that when I came back the fairies would be alive again." I stared at my grandfather. "That surprised us too, grandfather. Especially since it wasn't included in the prophecy." "I think the butterfly effect has started to occur." Grandfather followed and also sat on a bench. "A lot has changed nowadays, so the world is also changing gradually. I also noticed that the number of demons in the mortal realm increased more during my visit." "Does that mean we can expect some more changes?" I can't stop asking. "You won't feel the change here in Wysteria. But the mortal world will. Supernatural events will start to occur." He answered and sighed.

Timelines branching and splitting based on choices I'd made or influenced. "Every life you touched, you changed," Janice continued. "That's the nature of time manipulation. Small changes cascade into larger ones. You didn't just save your son—you rewrote the entire fabric of events for everyone in your sphere of influence." "I don't understand," I admitted. "If I made things better, if I helped people—why is that wrong?"

“Hey, look!” Clayton excitedly pointed at the copper and small butterfly which was flapping inside the plastic bag. Marcus had put it on the floor. The butterfly was flapping but the time ran backward to that creature…it slowly changed and it returned to become a cocoon. Marcus was surprised and looked at Clayton. “It reversed within time dimensions and returned back to its cocooning state…” He paused and curled his nose as he was thinking hard. “It can be assumed that a butterfly has a lifespan for forty eight hours normally …” He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought.

Every nerve of his body was excited, and he felt that he had already mastered the skill of avoiding accidental deaths. ‘Death Judge, you can’t kill me. I have already seen through the death that you designed. Just like when I’m driving now, one deep breath of mine, one turn of my head, and even these words of mine will cause the butterfly effect of a series of events, ultimately causing me to die a few years later. Thirty years, ten years, tomorrow, or today, or the next second. I don’t know about these, but I can capture some traces, see the omens, and understand your design, avoiding death in time!’ he thought.

I blackout after a while, all I know is that everyone in the room was going to die for hurting my sister. When I came to, everyone was on the ground, dead or bleeding out. The knife fell out of my hand and fell to the floor. I looked at my hands, they were covered in blood. So was the whole room knives were in people's chest, and temples, throats were slashed. I fell to the floor and sat with my knees to my chest. Teresa came out and sat with me. She leaned her head on my shoulders. We sat like that for days. I only moved because I heard a phone ring. It was coming from the general’s pocket.