The Butterfly Novels & Stories

A butterfly with its red wings flew into the territory of Waltz Castle. It kept flapping its wings towards the pavilion it was in. Then perched on the vines that filled the wall. The butterfly was silent there, enjoying the breeze that slightly shook its wings. But when this butterfly heard the sound of falling leaves, this butterfly instantly flapped its wings again, flying towards the roof of the pavilion. Through a small gap that was only fit for it, this butterfly flew into the pavilion. It was very dark inside, only the light from the slit roofs shone in there. This butterfly kept flying and perched on the hand of a man sleeping there.

Mino immediately smiled and showed me a butterfly with black wings and a blood-red body. While feeling the overwhelming dread, I hurriedly shoved the butterfly away from his palm. "Entrante! Let's go!" I yelled as I swiftly lifted Kypper and we took off running away from the river. No! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The terror and pounding in my chest have rendered me virtually deafening. "What's going on?" Mino wondered as he ran alongside me. "That butterfly is a Lastreias!" I exclaimed frightened as I grasped Mino's hand to flee faster. "What the hell is that?" he questioned, perplexed, as we abruptly exited the forest.

It was a bathroom. The bathroom was very small. It only had a toilet and a sink. No shower or a tub. The walls were blue, and one dusty lightbulb lit the room. I went back into the bedroom. I sat on the bed. Teresa laid her head on my lap. “We’ll get through this, I promise,” I said. Hours later, I am woken up by someone touching my privates. I get up and back up. I look around, and Teresa is gone.

She looks alone, and cold just like me, but then it flew away in the dark, vanishing from there; My heart began to say as I started to sing: " Butterfly, Butterfly, How do you fly? Teach me one day... I want to fly away... fly away. Every time you sing, everywhere you bring, The joy of life... Teach me one day... I want to do that way... do that way... Every time I looked at you, You fly in the sky, No one can reach up to you, You are too high. Across your heart, across the part

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough,

I am always interested in butterflies. These beautiful species were considered to be the reincarnation of the soul. In some belief butterflies is a personification of a person's soul; whether they are living, dying, or already dead. One superstition says that if a butterfly enters your guest room and perches behind the bamboo screen, the person whom you most love is coming to see you. Another superstition is that butterflies represent the soul, in some beliefs, it symbolizes rebirth. In our culture, a lingering black butterfly or moth in the house is taken to mean a death in the family. (Wikipedia)

A butterfly stepping out of its cocoon. @Gupta

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.

A butterfly flew to one of the flowers and it rested there. “Hey danny.” Axel whispered. “Danny?” Rebecca raised her brows. “That’s a weird name for a butterfly.” “I know, right?” Axel chuckled. “I like butterflies a lot and I have a general name for them.” “That explains it.” Rebecca said. “Yeah.” Axel tried to touch it but it flew away. “I want a small butterfly tattoo on my wrist.” “It’s going to be so pretty.” She could only imagine the drawing in her head. “Let’s get it done together.” Axel suddenly suggested.

Nathan raved. "I have something for you too," Nola announced. She reached inside the backpack and took out a beautiful butterfly painting she made. “This is a painting for you," she began. "It's two of my favourites, the Ulysses butterfly and the Blue Morpho," she stated. “Even though these are not common in our state, I really, really love them, and they are your favourite colour, blue," Nola finished with a smile. "They are beautiful," Katherine commended.