Blushing Butterfly นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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!

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.

She said looking at one flower especially. "Yes, they are beautiful. Just like you." He smiled and she blushed. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't flirt with my future Luna." He blushed. "It's okay, you were just making a compliment, that's not even considered as flirting." She smiled happily and picked the flower that interested her. "Here is a flower for you." She said giving it to him. "Already falling in love with you?" He said sarcastically and she widened her eyes. "Oh no, I won't betray my mate even though he's dumb, it's just a token of our new friendship."

Then suddenly, Byan saw it—a blue butterfly fluttering through the window, landing on the edge of the glass. It was happening again. That time, Byan had asked Alana’s grave if it was okay for him to pursue Kia. And at that moment, a blue butterfly—Alana’s favorite—had appeared, as if the universe was sending him a mysterious sign. And now, as Byan brought Kia to Alana’s resting place... the butterfly returned. "Byan? What is it?" Kia asked in confusion as he abruptly let go of her and rushed toward the window to open it, allowing the blue butterfly to fly into the house... and land gently on Kia’s shoulder.

Then, a click. The butterfly swarm thickens, their wings slicing the air like razor-edged paper. My eyes water, but I squint through the haze—there. Esteban’s belt buckle glints, its silver filigree unnaturally pristine amid the chaos. A tiny vent near the clasp leaks a faint, iridescent mist. Pheromones! Haitian market smugglers used similar cartridges to ward off patrol dogs. A shadow moves in the swarm. The butterflies part like a curtain.

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

The large colorful butterfly violently flapped its wings in the face of those toxins. The toxins unleashed by Fiona turned back on them, resulting in horrified screams.

Hand-in-hand, they walked… The sun was setting, casting a warm glow over the sandstone walls and arches. Aurora suddenly stopped in her tracks and gasped. Derek looked at her curiously, wondering what had caught her attention. He followed her gaze to her index finger, where she had just made a beautiful yellow butterfly sit kn her index finger. It was a delicate and vibrant creature, with wings that were a bright, lemony yellow hue. Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background.

She is unpredictable, that must be the reason why he began to like her. He saw the butterflies coming out of their cocoons. In a second, they are surrounded by beautiful butterflies. "Look" he urged her. Something in his voice made her turn and look at what he is pointing out. She gasped when she saw so many butterflies at once. They are all in different shades of blue. She noticed that she liked the aqua blue butterflies the most. Tentatively she extended her palm, and a butterfly came to rest on her finger. "Wow" she murmured with amazement. She still doesn't like insects, but she is in love with their colour.

If anything, he presses deeper, adding a third finger, stretching me in that delicious way that makes my breath hitch. “Ahh–fuck Dante, it’s so f-full” “Easy, butterfly,” he murmurs, soothing. “I’ve got you. Just feel. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”