Butterfly Monsters Novels & Stories

His eyes are entirely pitch black, and he doesn’t look the slightest bit bothered even as Vanya chokes and sputters, her shaking fingers desperately trying to push his boot off. “I don’t hit women, Vanya. But I fight monsters and crush them because I can. And you…you’re just another breed of monster. The kind that is destined to die by my hands.” She coughs up blood, struggling to breathe. Her eyes are bigger than I’ve ever seen them, bulging in their sockets. She looks…terrified. Slowly, he moves his feet off her throat, and she chokes. I watch as he crouches in front of her, staring at her with a blank look on his face.

Mrtyu's green eyes slowly opened, and she was frightened at the sight of the blood-red crimson butterfly. "You... Damn little thing, you dare to wake me up?" she yelled, waving her hands away. Nonetheless, the crimson butterfly lingered in front of her eyes. Mrtyu rose to take a seat and reached out her hand to grab it. To her surprise, it sat on her fingers, closing its wings in a restful manner. Mrtyu peered into the small butterfly's eyes and pondered, "Why is it glaring at me?" The mysterious black smoke filled the entire bus, and she was encircled by the same chilling wind which have been stalking her not with warmth as usual but it gave her grave agony. Mrtyu and the crimson butterfly

The huge teddy bear is here with me and it’s so soft to cuddle with. Just when I close my eyes, the phone vibrates. There’s a new message and it’s a reply. My body becomes alive as I get up to sit. ‘Who are you? Can you bring me back my phone?’ I get goosebumps all over my body but I type a reply. ‘Can we meet?’ Sent. ‘Yes.’ ‘Tomorrow afternoon at 6 pm.’

(Black butterflies. They weren't beautiful, not like the azules and amarillas that fluttered around Dragon when he was a child—innocent specks of color in his small world. These were dark and menacing. Their wings like shards of obsidian, sharp and glinting. They poured from the crumbling walls, an endless stream of blackness against the decaying adobe. Wings armored like beetle chitin, glinting with miniature skulls etched into the blackness. No—not just skulls. Faces. His face.

I crouched beside her, trying to join in her wonder. "And the butterfly? What's it called, Aunt Mary?" she asked again. Before I could answer, a voice from beside us responded, "That's a monarch butterfly. Beautiful, isn't it?" I looked up to see a woman standing beside us. It was Julia.

"It doesn't distract. It fuels me. It makes the world clearer. We end this together, and then, we see what remains of the world." The enemies regrouped, their leader—a scarred veteran of a dozen campaigns—bellowing at his men. "The bond makes them monsters! Ignore your fear! Kill them both!" Aziel laughed, a sound devoid of mirth, echoing with the cold authority of a king. "Monsters? You have no idea what monsters truly look like." They charged again. The bond hummed with a mix of raw, animalistic fury and a haunting, quiet tenderness that defied the carnage. Aziel protected Lior’s blind spot; Lior neutralized threats before they could even threaten Aziel.

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

He was waiting for the opening of the big war. Twelve men stood behind him, and they were Twelve Golden Zodiacs. Finally, while they had waited for a long time, the sky on the east brightened, and the dawn was coming. The cocoon in the mansion on 556 West Destiny Street also hatched while the sky became bright. A newborn butterfly came out of its cocoon. After the butterfly tried to flap its wings, it flew up. It flew through the main door and flew all the way to the east. “Follow the butterfly!”

By specialty you mean? "Oh! Let me explain Felix boi." Alex chimed in with a slightly excited tone. "It's like this~ Mike is our leader so he leads the team, deciding on what to do next and what not to do. He's the bravest among all of us. He's also good with those Ouija boards. He uses EMF (electromagnetic field) sensors most of the time."

Yet, she’d reduced herself to talking about it like she was an idiot, and it was just any old house. “Cool.” Carly began to chatter on about the song on the radio, Pearl Jam’s newest release, and how she had so much trouble understanding Eddie Vedder as she made her way to Amber’s house, which was in one of the richer neighborhoods, over by the town lake. “We have so much water in this town!” Carly proclaimed. “The lake, Muddy Creek, the lagoon.” “Oh, gross,” Beth said making a face similar to the ones of disgust she’d seen the other girls make. “I’m not sure that counts as water.”