Species
Listed alphabetically.
- Speyeria adiaste (Edwards, 1864) – Unsilvered Fritillary or Adiaste Fritillary
- Speyeria alexandra (Ménétriés, 1832)
- Speyeria aphrodite (Fabricius, 1787) – Aphrodite Fritillary
- Speyeria atlantis (Edwards, 1862) – Atlantis Fritillary
- Speyeria callippe (Boisduval, 1852) – Callippe Fritillary
- Speyeria carolae (dos Passos & Grey, 1942) – Carol's Fritillary
- Speyeria clara (Blanchard, 1844)
- Speyeria coronis (Behr, 1864) – Coronis Fritillary
- Speyeria cybele (Fabricius, 1775) – Great Spangled Fritillary
- Speyeria diana (Cramer, 1777) – Diana Fritillary
- Speyeria edwardsii (Reakirt, 1866) – Edward's Fritillary
- Speyeria egleis (Behr, 1863) – Egleis Fritillary
- Speyeria hesperis (Edwards, 1864) – Northwestern Fritillary
- Speyeria hydaspe (Boisduval, 1869) – Hydaspe Fritillary
- Speyeria idalia (Drury, 1773) – Regal Fritillary
- Speyeria mormonia (Boisduval, 1869) – Mormon Fritillary
- Speyeria nokomis (Edwards, 1862) – Nokomis Fritillary
- Speyeria zerene (Boisduval, 1852) – Zerene Fritillary
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