Butterfly Oc Novels & Stories

“Hey, look!” Clayton excitedly pointed at the copper and small butterfly which was flapping inside the plastic bag. Marcus had put it on the floor. The butterfly was flapping but the time ran backward to that creature…it slowly changed and it returned to become a cocoon. Marcus was surprised and looked at Clayton. “It reversed within time dimensions and returned back to its cocooning state…” He paused and curled his nose as he was thinking hard. “It can be assumed that a butterfly has a lifespan for forty eight hours normally …” He rubbed his chin and made a frowning lips as he thought.

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

Dimitri stood proud and arrogant as he stood away from the unconscious girl, waiting for Professor Bains to announce him as the winner when something unusual took place. A swarm of glowing purple butterflies burst out of Luna's chest and covered her entire body. The butterflies' luminous bodies were so bright that anyone who tried to stare in her direction was blinded and had to shield their eyes. The crowd of students broke out into a frenzy and began murmuring with each other. Professor Bains and even Dimitri did not know how to comprehend the odd sight taking place before their eyes.

The butterfly was still there. It moved along the lonely street, its wings glowing under the fading sunlight. Lucas followed without thinking, his small figure moving further and further away from safety. Behind him, the school gate stood open. The nanny was still on her call. The other children were still playing. No one noticed that Lucas was gone. And Lucas, with his innocent heart and curious eyes, kept chasing the one thing that had captured his world completely. The butterfly. Lucas followed the butterfly out of the school building and into the lonely street of New York.

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

NICK THE MACULINEA ARION is the largest and rarest of the blue English butterflies. Little, blue-eyed Laine reminds me of one — fragile and delicate and inviting predators, with no idea of its beauty. I collect butterflies. Not in a put-the-lotion-in-the-basket style, just because I find them both fascinating and beautiful. Unfortunately, they’re usually dead by the time I’m able to admire them now. Long gone are long summer days in the meadow, armed with a butterfly net and a spotter guide to British wildlife.

I tried setting it free, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The butterfly floated into the sky amongst the different bulbs of mystical lights that hung all around in the empty space. Then it flew into the heavy phosphorescence and grew as big as a magnified butterfly in a camera, covering a vast majority of the empty space. Its colours shone brighter and more beautiful than any rainbow I'd ever seen. It flew back to face me, then burst into little, pebbles of sparks, engulfing my whole being. At a point, I'd already accepted what I was seeing to be only just a dream, however, turning back to see my cousin, I began to contemplate.

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

And the knife are about to touch her face. The air suddenly changed bleakly. Then a butterfly arctic in color suddenly flew between them. In twinkling, Ox flew backward with such distance, Aoi Akuma appeared out of nowhere and aggressively kicked him. “Don't. Touch. My. Own. Prey!” words stated furiously.

Soheila asked as she glanced away from the three and looked at Luna. “I got a Poisonous Venom Butterflies. A blue one and I named it Venom.” Luna said. “I put it in a cage since I haven't tamed it yet ” “Butterflies? That's the first time J heard about a butterfly being cultivator's spirit companion.” Soheila said. Nevertheless, she was shocked to find out that all of her roommates got Ultra Rare spirit beasts and birds. “Yes, it has a queen. The queen had a brighter color and larger size.”