Butterfly Oc Novels & Stories

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?"

Alex shouted, then he ran, to kill another vicious monster, playing inside their ground. Gloyd mustered his remaining strength and carried Ivan to fly immediately on the East, where the supposed butterfly monsters attacked. The butterflies' giant wings, covered in a combination of different colors luminate as they flew beautifully across the wall, attacking the team with its sharp feet. Gloyd stood for a moment and realized that he doesn't want the bird's wings anymore but the butterfly's.

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.

“Wow, Jo, that’s beautiful, I heard Lily’s comment. The Butterfly brooch, I admired the other day was nicely displayed in front of me. I looked again inside the box for a note, a card, but there wasn’t one. I took the brooch out of the box and looked closely. The engraved message left me speechless “Spread your wings and fly away but always come back to me”.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

Of course, with a little card like this: Dear Cara, This is the world’s largest butterfly, whose female wings can span up to 280 mm. They flutter in the air like pixies dancing in the sky. Do they resemble the ones that triggered the butterfly effect in the A****n rainforest? (Haha…just kidding, they only dwell in New Guinea:p) …… So I was quite astonished by this seemingly ordinary gift. I pressed the DV boot button and expected to watch my dad’s new “Amazing species” videos. But the DV storage file was blank.

The butterfly’s face looked adorable, blushing with fear and anxiety and trying to rebel to break away. The green glowed on its wings and turned orange. The effect of fear and anxiety felt by the magical butterfly. Queenie watched the little butterfly’s face. She needed to find out if Queenie would give attention to her. “Leya!” Queenie was surprised to see up close the butterfly’s face. The butterfly’s face had always been with her since she lived for the second time. It was Leya’s face. But Leya has iridescent wings and a glossy sheen.

Once activated, a large holographic screen appeared, showing what looked to be some daytime drama. 'Crystal Butterflies have an electromagnetic biosystem which allows them to link and communicate with each other. They can also broadcast the information they receive, a function that humans have amplified, giving birth to the entertainment world.' Watching her brother flip through the channels, Maria was reminded of her world's modern-day television. Maria was about to ponder on other ways she could probably save the archduchess when her mother suddenly barged into the room.

My breath hitched as I looked up. The first butterfly appeared, its wings painted with blues and golds that shimmered like stained glass. It landed on the rim of my mixing bowl, tasting the air. Then another came. And another. Soon, dozens danced around me, drawn by the Potion’s call. The crowd gasped, their fear forgotten for a moment, replaced by wonder.

It was iridescent blue—almost glowing as it captivated me. As my gaze traveled to the center, the blue took on a darkening gloss. Peering closer, I counted the wings and realized that this butterfly had five. “That’s the Blue Morpho Aurora,” Xavier said from behind me. “It’s a butterfly from South America.” “The wings are breathtaking.” “The shiny color is due to the way the light travels through the wing scales and gives off a metallic sheen.” I glanced over my shoulder. “So, you’re really into insects?" “Yes.”