Bleach Butterfly Novels & Stories

Scarlette swam to the body and freed her, then swam away, looking around for where the water took her to. As she looked around the dark purple underwear cavern, she saw the red butterfly with a crescent on its wings flying into a corner. She quickly swam after it, Sapphire carefully tucked in her arms. The butterfly flew fast and Scarlette was now certain that it wasn't a normal one but wasn't sure if the butterfly was meant for her or Sapphire. She found herself at the entrance to another part of the cavern and hesitated to go in, but since the butterfly flew in anyway, she followed it.

When Lance's finger touched the petal, all of our attention, captured by its captivating and unusual response! The flowers began to open wider while producing a variety of butterflies in different sizes! What struck me the most was the strange fixed color that they have. It only has two; green and blue. Our eyes were following the directions where they flew around the corner. These beautiful butterflies were dropping a white, tiny glitter that gave more life to the waters as they passed. The splashing of waves of the surrounding water made the pathway wet. We moved a bit to avoid getting hit. Well, except for Elaine, who was busy looking at those butterflies. So Christian stepped towards her

There were at least a hundred butterflies, all different colors and sizes, flitting about in the sanctuary. “Let’s sit,” I whispered to Belle and Billy. “Look, there’s a bench. We can watch the butterflies from there.” They both nodded, transfixed by the butterflies. I led them over the bench, their eyes never leaving the sanctuary. They licked their ice cream cones and watched the butterflies, completely mesmerized. I licked my pistachio ice cream and thought about the jewelry competition. Hazel was thrilled we’d been invited to the action. But I was disappointed. I wanted to compete, not attend as a buyer.

“What’s that?” I blink and then look down into my hands where a little blue butterfly sits, slowly moving her wings up and down, completely calm and incredibly pretty. “Holy shit,” Blythe whispers, stepping close to peer at it. “Where did you get that?” “Want to be a butterfly next?” I ask, a bit wicked, grinning up at him. He just flinches back, looking at me with horror.

I don't want to contemplate what she's been cleaning. Another door opens. Blanche Bradbury had her hands deep inside a butterflies ribcage. Half a dozen students are gathered around him, dressed in matching surgical scrubs and cloth caps. "You see that?" Blanche questions, adjusting a lamp on a retraceable metal arm above her head. Nobody answers. They're staring at the disembowelled body with a mixture of awe and disgust. Blanche points and raises her eyes to theirs. Still no response. "What are we looking for?"

“Maybe they need her powers for something. Anyway, the one who is dying this time is Amor Blaze, haha. Finally, my dream of becoming the alpha of the pack is going to come true. The rebel was just to distract them. Our actual forces will teleport on the right day…” I wanted to make my butterfly stay for a little longer, but it had crossed its threshold limit long ago. Damn it! Not now! Not now! Wait for a little longer! Please. I punched the table when my butterfly vanished on its own.

I was hoping my training this summer would give me the edge I needed to end this bullying once and for all. I took a final look in the mirror. My long onyx black hair was down today, gentle waves cascaded along my face, neck, shoulders, arms, and back. My vibrantly blue eyes mirrored my determination. I nodded in approval at my outfit, a black and silver blouse and black skinny jeans. I was ready to seize the day and make it amazing. I hurried out the door and leapt into my tiny little sedan, driving off to my high school.

It was iridescent blue—almost glowing as it captivated me. As my gaze traveled to the center, the blue took on a darkening gloss. Peering closer, I counted the wings and realized that this butterfly had five. “That’s the Blue Morpho Aurora,” Xavier said from behind me. “It’s a butterfly from South America.” “The wings are breathtaking.” “The shiny color is due to the way the light travels through the wing scales and gives off a metallic sheen.” I glanced over my shoulder. “So, you’re really into insects?" “Yes.”

Face slightly slant towards her direction, fuming, “Next time we'll meet,... I'll kill you!!!” After he declared it. He shots his pistol three times at the endless sky. Suddenly a group of blue morpho butterflies emerges out of nowhere, fluttering with its beautiful wings around Aoi Akuma making a spectacular and enchanting sight. As soon as he put back his hood on his head while smiling deviously towards Zitrey, the butterflies landed on his cloak giving off a silhouette full of these beautiful insects. But before it could completely hide his face, his lips move, mumbling with a sad face, “Sayonara, Tomodachi...” Then in twinkling, as the Blue Morpho butterflies fluttered up at the night sk

Could a place so beautiful be cursed? Perhaps entering paradise always demanded a price. As the midday sun faded, Caelia wandered through the shallows of the lagoon, the warm water lapping at her feet. The giant rock cast a comforting shadow, while the whispering leaves above masked the unease that still clung to her from the monstrous wyvern’s attack. At first, she flinched at every rustle or beating of wings, mistaking harmless birds for threats. But gradually, the tranquil atmosphere began to soothe her, and she found herself captivated by a large butterfly perched on a blade of grass at the water’s edge. It crept closer, drinking from the cool surface, its fragile beauty a sharp contrast