Barbed Wire Butterfly Novels & Stories

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

Whatever you do, do NOT pass out! Squeezing the jagged cut together the best I can with one trembling hand while trying to adhere the butterfly stitch proves to be nearly impossible and agonizing. Sweat beads across my brow as I carefully placed the last strip of a butterfly stitch over the seam of the bloody wound. It's still bleeding a little, but no longer gaping open on the side of my arm.

"Give it a try." I turned the carrot and chopped the tip which came off smoothly. Least its sharp. "It is enough to cut that. But you stick me with it, it's going to do just enough damage to annoy me. And might make your next days less kind then I'd planned thus far." Seeing the intensity of his light blue eyes I was very certain he met it. Grimacing I went back to cutting the carrot. Dammit. *** To my surprise, the barbarian stood next to me and used his own dagger to cut up the rabbit while I worked on the vegetables.

I would never hurt my own kind unless threatened. Stralath nodded. Bobby stepped towards the wide window. "I need space, so I don't hurt anyone. Observe. And please don't kill me." "Don't waste our time." Stralath waved a hand. Bobby pulled up his sleeve and extended his right arm. A long bony blade shot from his wrist, and everyone stiffened. "This is our barbed spike. It's a little different from the barbed creatures on this planet—ours is made of a stronger material and can cut through most prey or enemies."

The last time she saw this butterfly, Miren was surprised, but this is the second time she saw silver butterflies appear on the villa grounds. This place was also frequented by small animals, but those animals were all merely examples of the typical flora and fauna that could be found in the nearby forest. Only this silver butterfly belonged to a category that could not be described as "ordinary." Silver butterflies are creatures that can only be produced through the use of magic.

It was the only thing that reminded him and Rebecca about their parents. Vivian bent over to check the damage of the totem. She tried to see if there was a way she could repair so he wouldn't notice, but it was way too damaged for repair. It was shattered to pieces. Vivian's heart sank as she realized the magnitude of her mistake.

‘Let's see who'll embarrass who?’ The man's face suddenly turned sour. “Are you challenging my judgement, young lady?” I gave a curtsey then said, “I'm very sure I can recognise this beast. It's a rare specie, so you people could most likely have mistaken it for the Copper-winged Eagle, right?” “This... so you know it's a Copper-winged Eagel?” he asked.

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.

"I didn't expect it, but it's beautiful, thank you" "I'm glad you like it, and I'm also glad that you are enjoying yourself and.... You know what, I will be back, I should get some snacks for us," Caleb lashed out as he kept breaking in between, and before I could say anything, he was already walking away. Why was he so nervous? I rolled my eyes, before moving on to the next piece of art. And this one captivated me. It was a huge dark portrait of a blue butterfly, but one of the wings of the butterfly was cut off and it was dangling from its body.

"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