Butterfly 4 Novels & Stories

Mino immediately smiled and showed me a butterfly with black wings and a blood-red body. While feeling the overwhelming dread, I hurriedly shoved the butterfly away from his palm. "Entrante! Let's go!" I yelled as I swiftly lifted Kypper and we took off running away from the river. No! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The terror and pounding in my chest have rendered me virtually deafening. "What's going on?" Mino wondered as he ran alongside me. "That butterfly is a Lastreias!" I exclaimed frightened as I grasped Mino's hand to flee faster. "What the hell is that?" he questioned, perplexed, as we abruptly exited the forest.

She moves slowly to the left, and runs to the right side, get excited sees someone approaching the cage, knowing you are about to let them out, her hand acts like a bird, with two hands as a wing, up down to fly away, far from other living things. "Excellent, next." All of a sudden she freezing in mid and moving wings but not the body. It's not the bird. The butterfly is a sign for a couple, her hand gives X form, everyone can see but not good to touch, have very fragile scales and you risk hurting her. "The flapping wings in my room can make a tornado in your heart." "Beautiful, I thinking about acting too now." Her comments before were not patiently enough, later the actor's performance wa

pleasant nervous, like thousands of crazed butterflies swarming around in my stomach. Baby blue eyed butterflies; with wispy white blonde wings.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

Lira pov They're Alphas. Every instinct in me says so the second I lay eyes on them. Four of them. All towering. All watching me like I'm something fragile they don't know how to handle. And I hate that I'm frozen. I should be running. Screaming. Fighting. But I can't even breathe right. My legs won't work. My body's trembling too hard. I'm not sure if I'm going to collapse or pass out. Maybe both.

she said, handing it to him. "Really?" he said again as he took it in awe. "Really." She nodded. “But can you help me with something?” His eyes opened wide. "Help with what?" Avery pointed to the classroom butterfly garden by the window, where a bright orange monarch was trapped inside the mesh enclosure. "I think Mr. Butterfly wants to go outside and see his family, but I can’t reach the zipper. You think you can?" Bryson looked toward Mrs. Peterson, who was busy helping another student with their reading book. "Are we allowed to do that?"

A butterfly flew to one of the flowers and it rested there. “Hey danny.” Axel whispered. “Danny?” Rebecca raised her brows. “That’s a weird name for a butterfly.” “I know, right?” Axel chuckled. “I like butterflies a lot and I have a general name for them.” “That explains it.” Rebecca said. “Yeah.” Axel tried to touch it but it flew away. “I want a small butterfly tattoo on my wrist.” “It’s going to be so pretty.” She could only imagine the drawing in her head. “Let’s get it done together.” Axel suddenly suggested.

Winter has her phone out and is snapping pictures. I blink at her in surprise, realizing suddenly that I’ve forgotten the most important thing. Candid photos. We need to add them to the list. They’re essential to this entire plan. She giggles as she snaps another photo. “You have a friend.” She points to my left, that smile as brilliant as ever. I glance down at my shoulder and sure enough, a small, orange and black butterfly with white spots is resting on it. “Monarch.” She points her phone towards my shoulder. There’s a series of clicks as she takes a barrage of pictures. I glance towards her as the sounds seem to explode from her speakers.

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.