Bleach Butterfly Novels & Stories

She tugged on Blue’s sleeve as he was folding clothes scattered on the bed. “What?” Blue asked. “Look,” Katleya said, showing him. When Blue saw it, he burst into laughter. He had accidentally bought her a T-back with a butterfly design.

But for Alex, he automatically knew who it was as he immediately recognized his white hoodie that got splattered with paint in the colors of the rainbow. He scrolled up and as the caption, he simply had a blue heart emoji. "Blue."

Quickly grabbing her books and her bag, Lilith headed toward the cafeteria. Lilith growled under her breath as she walked out of the class and through the hall. To get to the cafeteria to grab something to eat. Where she accidentally ran to Brittany and her little group once again. Brittany had Platinum blonde hair and muddy brown eyes that always looked brutal. Her face was caked with makeup like always. Lilith let out a sigh and muttered to herself. “This is what I don't need right now,” trying to walk around Brittany and her followers.

I collapse to my knees, gripping my head. Visions explode behind my eyelids. A cliff. A lone figure standing at its edge. Hair flying in the wind. A familiar silhouette. No… My heart stops as I see her face. Her grey eyes. Her soft smile. Her lips part. “Goodbye, Zander.” Then, the knife in her hands rises. No… No… A scream tears from my throat as she plunges it toward her heart. “Noooooooo, Butterflyyyyyyyyy!!!”

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

Looking down, she gasped softly a blue butterfly had landed there, its wings glowing like sapphires in the sunlight. A genuine smile spread across her face. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, afraid that even her voice might scare it away. For a moment, it stayed perfectly still as if it understood her, its delicate wings fluttering slightly against her skin. But just as she reached out her hand to touch it, her phone began to ring loudly. Startled, the butterfly lifted off and disappeared into the air. “Oh, come on,” Alina groaned, rolling her eyes in frustration. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

The butterfly’s face looked adorable, blushing with fear and anxiety and trying to rebel to break away. The green glowed on its wings and turned orange. The effect of fear and anxiety felt by the magical butterfly. Queenie watched the little butterfly’s face. She needed to find out if Queenie would give attention to her. “Leya!” Queenie was surprised to see up close the butterfly’s face. The butterfly’s face had always been with her since she lived for the second time. It was Leya’s face. But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen.

I spray quite a bit on its leaves and branches, and like moths to flame, the butterflies chase the scent in union. Because I used the Blue Moon Flower in my perfume, there’s a natural glow that it emits, creating a fluorescent light exactly like the Blue Moon Tree. By lacing the wings of all the butterflies with the perfume, their insect bodies glow a soft hue. Sparkling in a dance of color as they gently flap their wings whilst perching on the branches and leaves of the tree. I’m awed by the sight, and so is the crowd. I’m also just in time too. I’ve made the Blue Moon Tree glow!