Bleach Butterfly Novels & Stories

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

Bees and butterflies danced around them too. "Ethan, why are there more butterflies here than at the flower field?" Adeline asked curiously. And Ethan began to explain, "The environment here is more suitable for butterflies to grow and thrive, and they also prefer the trees that grow here. So, you can also call this place the Butterfly Valley. Did you see those butterflies with long tails? They're Isabella Longwing. And those purply pink ones are Purple Spotted Swallowtail. There are honestly many butterflies around here that I can't name. Aren't they all beautiful?"

I gawp, like an imbecile, so taken by the sight that my breath catches in my throat. “This is amazing!” she says, and it’s all I can do to nod. An emerald and black butterfly takes lazy flight in front of us, its wings big and shimmering with metallic beauty. Violet frantically thumbs through the spotter guide, but I still her with a squeeze of my hand on her shoulder. “Papilio blumei,” I told her. “Found only on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi. It’s a peacock, otherwise known as a green swallowtail.”

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

They circled me slowly, brushing against my fur like they recognized me. Calm slipped in before I could resist it. One flew too close. I reached out, curious. The moment my paw touched it, the butterfly exploded. Fire burst against my face. I staggered back, startled, expecting pain. There was none. Did I burn it? "No. They are made for you. Not even the Ice Twin has this gift. We use them as weapons. That blast would harm anyone else. You are untouched. Their explosions are kind." A quiet smile formed, slow and unsure.

My blood answered my call. I let his sharp pain pierce through my skin, welcoming the blood I needed. The blood rolled over my arm, reaching my hand quite slowly. A single butterfly formed from the wound on my palm—its wings a luminous crimson, pulsing with raw magic. Small. Beautiful. Lethal. It fluttered toward No. 4’s face. He flinched—too late. The butterfly landed on his eye. And then, he screamed. " This Bitch isn't a human neither a vampire. She is witch!"

BLADE'S POV I had been at the balcony staring at the beautiful constellations when she had walked towards the horsemen fountain which was one of my favorite artwork in the house and was also Dexter's most hated artwork. The cool breeze had swept her golden blonde hair across her face making her more enticing to my wolf. "Just stop it!" I snapped at Jordan. The fact that she wasn't terrified by the scary ten foot tall horsemen statues by the fountain made me develop an instant liking towards her.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

I had to look closer because I couldn't believe that I was actually looking at Butterfly. She wasn't in her usual rainbow gear. Instead of the rainbow tresses she always sported the long hair flowing around her was a dark brown color that looked more natural to her and curled around her delicate face. Rather than one of her bright outfits, Butterfly was clothed in only a pair of matching white sweatshirt and joggers that had a simple rainbow on the chest and on one leg of the pants respectively. In fact the only other thing that I recognized other than the heels was the black mask surrounding her eyes.

The circle that had a butterfly pattern continued to lit up and the butterfly's wings were fluttering. As her father continued the mantra, she noticed that the light of the pattern switched from light blue to light purple from time to time. When Sebastian started his mantra while her father continued, the purple hue became much stronger than the blue. It almost devoured the blue hue but her father's mantra became a bit loud that the blue hue prevailed and balanced the blue and purple.