Butterfly Scream Novels & Stories

Thirteen years ago I watched as my daughter played at the fields she was growing up to be such a beautiful young girl She loved butterflies and they seemed to have migrated out of season. I am going to try and create an Elixir for a field of butterflies for my little sweetheart … “malino san ivanta “ she spoke “mummy!!!! Butterflies” Alice voiced rushed in excitement her smiles Shone above the fields as she chased theme around Another successful spell it wrote Ingredients: Harman tree bark A can of worms

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya’s arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby’s face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

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.

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.

SCREECH! Again an ear-piercing sound foreign to Skyla's ears came in with a greater intensity, mixing with the horrific sounds of the atmosphere. Skyla shuddered and her mouth hung open and she was breathing heavily in an audible manner. She cried while holding onto the paleness that had dominated her face, "What's that?! It looks like a…" Before Skyla could let out the entire sentence in her scratchy voice, she felt the wind that was blowing toward her was getting hard as if aiming something toward her. She involuntarily gaped above to see why the wind was getting so hard with every passing second. Her eyes went wide on seeing a bat and she immediately ducked in. The bat flocked past her fr

He said in his cherry voice Oh god please don't let him find me he is serious about it. He will do it. I hold my breath so he won't be able to hear it and catch me. I can't take risks anymore, he can do anything. " Tsk tsk butterfly I call you butterfly that doesn't mean that you will fly here and there.. I give you chance a fucking chance to save you from punishment but you have to lose that as well now don't fucking blame me for what happens next.." He screamed the last part in pure anger

I scream, forgetting that my mouth is not currently formed to make noises that humans can understand. Our eyes meet. She screams. Diving after her, I race to catch her. Pulling my wings in tight, I make myself as straight as possible, cutting the wind. The sound of her screams guides me to her as I reach out my claw. I hear a loud tearing sound as my claw pierces and then slices the cotton fabric of her simple dress. “CARNELIA” I roar, as I try again, the jagged rocks so close I’m not sure I’ll be able to save us from impact, even if I catch her before she reaches them.

The sound that erupts from me is raw, unfiltered, and filled with a torrent of emotions that words alone cannot express. "AAAAHHHH!" The scream tears through my throat, carrying with it the weight of betrayal, hurt, and shattered dreams. It echoes off the walls, a desperate plea for answers and solace that can never truly be granted. The sound resonates, vibrating through every fiber of my being as if trying to purge the pain that threatens to consume me.

It was looking around, and folds of flesh parted on its body to reveal hundreds of red-rimmed eyes. “I see you, witch,” it said then gave a series of high-pitched, ear-piercing squeals that Ilyria eventually realized was its laughter. Ilyria heard the unmistakeable sound of Madame Skia’s scream and in response her sirens took up their song once more. It was a deafening cacophony, an aural attack. If we are the only ones who can free it, we are also the only ones who can keep it there, she thought.

“Butterfly?” He smiled. "Your safe word is butterfly," he confirmed, his voice low and seductive. "Say it." "B… Butterfly," she stammered, her cheeks flushed. "That's my good girl," he purred, rewardingly stroking her cheek. "Now, let's begin." Elena blushed and trembled under his intense gaze, heart racing with a mix of nerves and anticipation. Ryan leaned in close, his breath hot against her ear.