Akumatized Butterfly Novels & Stories

Who knew? The similarities made them smile. She hated to be tickled but accepted and sometimes even enjoyed when Blythe or Kate tortured her with it. Sawyer cried in front of both women, happy and sad tears depending on the occasion or discussion. She liked to grate on their nerves and gloat after the fact. The thoughtful blonde gave amazing gifts with something money couldn’t buy; Her time, attention, and love. Sawyer had become afraid of giving her whole self to another after being broken more times than she deserved. So she split herself up between Kate and Blythe, and created a tightly formed butterfly knot.

There was a sudden loud crying sound and the air in the lab started to swirl. Everyone looked up to see that Becky had transformed into a beautiful but very scary looking butterfly creature. She had red and yellow skin and wings, and her eyes were glowing red as well. She looked as though she could either take you to new heights of beauty and passion, or she could rip your face off instead.

“This might not even be Bantayan at all.” Teacher Norkie nodded, scanning the foliage. “There’s something strange here. The plants look off. Hopefully, we can figure out where we really are soon.” “Hey, what about those?” Teacher Selena pointed to our left where a cluster of large, brightly colored butterflies hovered around a strange-looking flower. Its petals curled inward like claws, and the insects seemed oddly drawn to its deep purple core. Matt marched over without a second thought. “Careful,” teacher Norkie started, but Matt already had his hand out.

“Angela, what is going on?” “There is something in the fog playing tricks with us,” Angela answered thinking of a way to escape. Angela held Kale’s hand and put her thought to action. She searched for the sign of something that was not white. Her eyes luckily caught something; a purple fluttering butterfly wing. It couldn’t be a butterfly wing because it was large. It had to be something big with large wide wings. The thought of it scared her. She could be going in the direction of a wild ferocious beast. A wild beast that giggles and has a melodious and sonorous voice? Don’t think so?

He remarked this as he was playing with his sword in an air sword fight. "Uhhh... ma—" says Charlotte. "If you're curious, Amil is a mother." He cut me off because he knew I was about to ask him what that meant, and I simply laughed. "Do you see that, my Lady?" pointing to a lovely small creature with large glassy wings, a flying insect. The color of its wings is a duller blue that fades to a brownish or grayish color near the edges. It was on a solitary red middlemist camellia bloom nestled among luxuriant greenery.

The butterflies hovering around the Creep must mean it already was able to assume a different form, which just also means it already became the queen of butterflies, or as it is called when they reach the maximum level because butterflies follow them around. Adding the Wanderer he has, the hero has made quite the strong team. But it was not enough to bring the genius monk. She was not envied to the point of isolation for nothing. The strong monks that were threatened by her presence were not showing cowardice for nothing. Because despite her frail look, Amon was strong enough to take on alone a group of Class B monsters.

I stared at their fragile beauty, suspended midair, lighting up the rotting stone walls and crumbling arches. “Wait,” I said suddenly, my brow furrowing. “They look like fireflies.” “They’re not.” Bryan stopped in his tracks and turned back to me. “They’re souls.” I blinked. “What?” “Souls of butterflies,” he said. “Cursed to remain. Do you think butterflies naturally glow like that?” I stared longer. Their wings shimmered, but their bodies held no life—just hollow, glowing husks. My stomach twisted. “That’s… disturbing.”

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

I tried setting it free, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The butterfly floated into the sky amongst the different bulbs of mystical lights that hung all around in the empty space. Then it flew into the heavy phosphorescence and grew as big as a magnified butterfly in a camera, covering a vast majority of the empty space. Its colours shone brighter and more beautiful than any rainbow I'd ever seen. It flew back to face me, then burst into little, pebbles of sparks, engulfing my whole being. At a point, I'd already accepted what I was seeing to be only just a dream, however, turning back to see my cousin, I began to contemplate.

“There is a reason why the mark of the Phantoms is the butterfly. It is for the sole reason alone that the butterfly is the most mysterious and also the most beautiful creature in the world.” Kenji smiled wistfully. “It first started out as a caterpillar. Then a larvae. Then it became the beautiful butterfly. No one will ever suspect the beautiful butterfly of anything. That’s similar to how the Phantoms of Hati actually work. No one who saw a Phantom will suspect them of anything until it is too late.” “A butterfly…” Yuri muttered to herself.