Blushing Butterfly Novels & Stories

Since it is one of the ingredients she was quick to follow it, trying to catch it but it flap its wings faster when she reaches for it. The butterfly lead her to the Narra tree Yushiro was talking about. Mizuko didn't even notice until she smell the fragrance of Jasmine. Her eyes widened when she find herself surrounded by the bushy flowers. She raised her head to the butterfly but it popped leaving silver glitter that faded. The butterfly didn't matter for now, she has jasmines all over her. With a bright smile on her face, she picked a lot of them. Smelling them every now and then giggling at how close she is to getting this done.

Rebecca stood in a garden filled with brightly colored flowers. Roses, lilies, and lavender lined up neatly, spreading a calming fragrance. A gentle breeze made the petals sway, while colorful butterflies fluttered freely above them. She closed her eyes for a moment, inhaling the soothing scent. “This place is so beautiful,” she murmured softly. When she opened her eyes, her gaze fell on a blue butterfly perched on the petal of a white rose. Rebecca smiled faintly, her fingers reaching out as if to touch the delicate wing.

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 breathed, pointing with a trembling finger. His eyes widened. "Are those...butterflies? Glowing butterflies?" We moved closer, enchanted by the ethereal sight. A whole cloud of them hovered in a small glade, their wings shimmering with every color of the rainbow. They seemed to pulse and swirl in hypnotic patterns, drawing us in like moths to a flame. Connor reached out a wondering hand, his eyes wide open with awe. The butterflies swirled around him eagerly, touching on his hair, his shoulders, his outstretched fingers. He laughed with childlike delight.

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

I once or only twice has seen a butterfly that be only from a window. I always found them so pretty. It was yellow in colour with black dots on it. I didn't know what kind of mistake I was doing in order to follow that pretty creature. I didn't notice that I got out of the grass. The butterfly stopped on a wall flapping its wings furiously. But before I could even stare at it from close it abruptly fled away. I was in the commotion that why it flee away so early but suddenly gasped out finding myself in the air. My stomach got pressed against a hard shoulder. Then I realised.

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?"

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.

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.

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.