Blood And Butterflies Novels & Stories

I murmured as if no amount of IQ in my brain could answer it. "Honey, I can only tell you that the vampire genetics works like a caterpillar in the cocoon. This way it is not much stranger to explain how caterpillars turn into butterflies."

"Each plant is fed with vampire blood mixed into the soil. It sustains them and gives them their unique properties." "They glow." "Blood magic manifests in different ways. These roses have been cultivated for centuries. Some say they remember every vampire whose blood fed them." He stopped beside a fountain where water ran red over black stone. "This place is a secret. Only few are allowed entry." "Why bring me here?" "Because you should see beauty that comes from darkness. Not everything touched by blood is terrible." He gestured to a bench beneath a willow whose leaves hung like silver curtains. "Sit.”

He looked like he was about to say something, but he was cut off when he started coughing violently. He spat out a mouthful of blackened blood. It made for a gruesome sight against the white carpet. Felix stared at the blood in disbelief before he jerked his head up to look at me. "Why?" I set my wine glass down and looked down at him from the tip of my nose. "I'm just fulfilling my responsibility as a mother." Felix's eyes widened when he finally registered my words. The wolfsbane worked quickly, especially since Felix had been caught completely off-guard. It didn't take long before he crumpled to the ground.

She tilted her chin toward the hallway and said, “See the door with the blue light over there? That’s a licensed blood donation center. It’s open twenty-four hours. Ma’am, you can sell your blood for some money.” She paused, her gaze settling back on my face, as if measuring my reaction. “Not only will it be enough to buy that box of medicine, but it might even help you chip away at whatever debt you’ve got on your credit card.” I didn’t want to sell my blood, but I wanted to survive. So, I had no choice. The needle pierced my skin, and I watched as my blood rushed through the clear plastic tube into the collection bag. The first bag filled quickly, and the machine let out a soft beep.

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

His eyes locked on the man and he looked down at the blood on the plastic sheet. It was fucking beautiful to look at. His whimpers of pain exhilarated Gage and he tapped the baton against Alejandro’s cheek. “Stay with me, Alejandro. The next part is going to be fun. I’m hoping you’ll really scream this time.” Gage dipped the tip of the baton into Alejandro’s blood on the sheet and grinned as he came to a standstill behind him. He rammed the baton into Alejandro’s anus, thrusting as hard as he could and Alejandro’s whole body arched, his feet leaving the floor as he screamed.

A blood moon hovers in the night sky, an ominous sign that the manananggal is just lurking nearby. Legend says that when a moon like this appears in the sky, the bowels of the earth would open and release these menacing creatures from the deep. The manananggal according to mythology, is a half-bodied naked woman with the wings of a bat, razor-sharp teeth, and a 5-foot tongue that acts like suction to draw the blood out of the victim's body. The wing is so large that it spans at least 8 feet from tip to tip. To search for its prey, it hovers high above the night sky and through its keen sense of smell detects their blood.

The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me” For a reason unknown to me, my thoughts went to Alex. Maybe because this brooch is so 'US' or maybe because he was inside the jewelry store while I was checking it out. Somehow the butterfly became a symbol of our love. I sighed pushing back the sadness I was feeling so I can enjoy my butterfly. I didn’t need a card, the words engraved on the butterfly wing were more than enough. There was something though that was still bothering me but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

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.

"I know, butterfly, I'm sorry! I was having trouble fighting the pull to complete the mating with you caused by the blood moon." "But you were angry at me because I stopped you, but I.. I.. didn't want you to stop I... I just needed you to slow down..." "Butterfly... Did I scare you?" "A little, but I guess I deserved it.. like you said I have been going on about us finishing the mating for ages, and when the time came to actually go through with it I.. I.. pushed you away and into the arms of another female..." "Butterfly, all I did was drink some of her blood."