The Butterfly Novels & Stories

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

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."

I notice a yellow butterfly perched on a vibrant rose, the sun shines down illuminating it as it flutters it's wings on the rose. "Sera...please..." I tune him out as I watch the butterfly. It only wants to live. It wants to fly, to eat, to rest peacefully knowing the next day it is free to fly and enjoy it's flowers and the warm sun on it's wings. It wants to enjoy the small things, it doesn't compete or envy. It doesn't want luxury. It's content in the moment, it only wants happiness and it's creature comforts. That's all I want too. All I've ever wanted. My tears burn as they spill out.

The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me” For a reason unknown to me, my thoughts went to Alex. Maybe because this brooch is so 'US' or maybe because he was inside the jewelry store while I was checking it out. Somehow the butterfly became a symbol of our love. I sighed pushing back the sadness I was feeling so I can enjoy my butterfly. I didn’t need a card, the words engraved on the butterfly wing were more than enough. There was something though that was still bothering me but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.

Princess Nathania pointed to two butterflies with similar wing colors, flying around them. Prince Nathan looked at the butterflies that were flying, perching from flower to flower. She smiled gently, thinking about how the beautiful butterfly flew with such beautiful wings. "Thania wants to have wings like that butterfly, did Nathan want to have wings like that too?" asked the princess. "Nathan, don't want to have wings like butterflies!" "Why?" "The butterfly's wings are very fragile. It is very dangerous if exposed to strong winds, the butterfly can't fly high," "Why can't?"

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya's arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby's face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

There was a beautiful blue butterfly on the porch railing. I wanted to capture it and put it in a glass jar, even though I shouldn't. Daddy always told me that rubbing the powder off a butterfly's wings made it impossible for them to fly. I didn't want to hurt the thing; I just wanted to look at it a little longer. And as soon as I walked up the porch, it would fly off, and I would never see it again. The butterfly flew away, as predicted, and I had only made it up the first step.

“Remember what I told you the other day about some bugs having weird names? It’s the same with this one. Just like how a ladybug is a bug but not always a lady or how a butterfly can fly but it’s not butter.” “Oh. Just have weiwd name?” “Yes.” “Ok. What that, Mama?” “That’s a cocoon. After some time, a caterpillar will make one and then kind of sleep inside it. Then when it wakes up after a while, it’ll be a butterfly. You could say that’s where butterflies come from.” “So catpilly baby buttewfly?” “You could say that.” “Mama, I needs go potty again.” “Ok, let’s go.” A few hours later...

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite