Where Butterflies Wander A Novel Novels & Stories

It was ironic that all these butterflies were here at this moment. I couldn't deny why my gut feeling was so strong anymore. Only one God ever compared me to a butterfly and unless I was blind when I was walking they weren't just there before I turnt around. So I glided the butterflies to the sides and ran as fast as I could. It looked like I was in an aquarium full of butterflies and they weren't giving me any peace. All I felt was stress and fear. Alexander had one upped me and I didn't know what I was going to do if I couldn't find a way to teleport out.

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.

The horse continued to walking on the path to the school, as they did Lavender put her head on the edge of the window admiring the view all around. She observed the long bark trees standing up high with birds and other woodland creatures. How the bunnies ran around freely playing attempting to catch the butterflies yet failed, still laughing at the bunnies, I motioned my hand for them to fly. Seconds later they gradually started floating off the ground surprised themselves they flew away chasing the butterflies. Taking my head out the window more I took in the new air it was cleaner minty having a wonderful aroma of cherry’s, no pine, or maybe pumpernickel?

Randall asked her. Freya hid her face in his chest and cried her heard out. “Who are you?” Olivia asked her. The woman smiled at her. “I thought you’d never ask.” She told her and threw her hand over her head. Countless numbers of butterflies emerged from her sleeve and spread around the area. The butterflies were purple in color and they left sparkling dust as they flew around. The atmosphere looked enchanting. The butterflies sat on the wounded, and their wounds quickly healed. Olivia blocked her eyes once at the enchanting scene, and suddenly she was in a completely different place.

Like he already knew I’d love whatever he wanted to show me. Finally, he stopped. We stood before an arch of old willow trees, their long silver leaves swaying like curtains in the wind. Aiden pushed the branches aside and guided me through. And then… My breath left my body. The space opened into a hidden clearing, illuminated by thousands…thousands…of tiny glowing creatures drifting lazily through the air. Butterflies. Glowing butterflies. Not from this world…too bright, too soft, too magical. “Aiden…” my voice broke without warning.

This isn’t real. The thought came out of nowhere. Like a whisper from behind a curtain. A voice I couldn’t quite place. I shook my head. No. Of course this was real. My children were asleep upstairs. Nathan was here. We were happy. We were— “Perfect,” I whispered aloud. And the butterfly crumbled into ash. One wing at a time. Ash drifted to the floor like snowfall, and I reached out, desperate to stop it. But it vanished before I touched it. Gone. Like it had never been.

"Yeah. That’s what it is. Pity." And now, my hatred for Mr. Grande is stretching new roots, because he's now a cheat, a liar, and arrogant ass. I exhale slowly, trying to shove the thoughts out, and then my eyes catch movement—a butterfly, pale yellow, flitting lazily near the far wall of the garden. I set my cup on the swing beside me and wander toward it, letting the soft flutter distract me. It lands on a patch of wildflowers, wings opening and closing like it’s breathing, and for a second, I feel very calm.

The sheets had been changed, the walls were cleaned, and the bodies were gone. “Promise me you’ll talk to Javier about going to see your family,” Teresa said. “I will talk to him.” Teresa walked out. I put lotion on my body and put on my underwear and my robe on. I laid down. The darkness of the room covered me like a blanket. The shadows of the room seemed to move eerily. I pulled my blankets tighter. I stared into the darkness, and I felt it staring back. My brain was so occupied with the terrible darkness that I didn’t notice that time had passed. I heard the creak of the door to my room open. I pulled the gun from under my pillow.”

The soft breeze of the afternoon plays with the leaves, rustling in rhythm. Amid the stillness, flutters of butterfly wings resonated, flying away from the small figure chasing its freedom. Tiny wandering feet disturbed the silence as leaves rustled, twigs broken at every step. “Don't go away, come back” the gentlest voice echoed, begging. But the innocent creatures heed not her plea. “I just want to play…” the small red lips pouted while watching the butterflies fly away.

I breathed, pointing with a trembling finger. His eyes widened. "Are those...butterflies? Glowing butterflies?" We moved closer, enchanted by the ethereal sight. A whole cloud of them hovered in a small glade, their wings shimmering with every color of the rainbow. They seemed to pulse and swirl in hypnotic patterns, drawing us in like moths to a flame. Connor reached out a wondering hand, his eyes wide open with awe. The butterflies swirled around him eagerly, touching on his hair, his shoulders, his outstretched fingers. He laughed with childlike delight.