Butterfly Scream Novels & Stories

My eyes are wide from his words and he leans in closer to me, “You’re phenomenal, Quirina. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” My breath catches in my throat as his eyes focus in on my lips. Then he smirks and pulls away, knowing how he’s making my insides turn into butterflies. He asks, “Can you tell me more about your abilities? I’ve only heard rumors.” I nod my head slowly, “My voice can become like supersonic. It gets very loud to the point it immobilizes you.” Bryce smirks and he lets out a soft chuckle as he says, “Is it bad that I want to see if I can make you scream like that out of pleasure?”

21 Alessia’s Point of View: “Alessia Faye Lopez Smith,” she singsong as she held her coffee with her thumb and index and middle finger. The combination of her gold and silver bracelet was touching each other causing it to make a glamorous sound. It shined like it’s a star from the night sky. I didn’t answer and observed her carefully. With an honest vulgar insult in her eyes, she eyed me from head to toe before curving her lips to form a smirk.

Looking down, she gasped softly a blue butterfly had landed there, its wings glowing like sapphires in the sunlight. A genuine smile spread across her face. “You’re so beautiful,” she whispered, afraid that even her voice might scare it away. For a moment, it stayed perfectly still as if it understood her, its delicate wings fluttering slightly against her skin. But just as she reached out her hand to touch it, her phone began to ring loudly. Startled, the butterfly lifted off and disappeared into the air. “Oh, come on,” Alina groaned, rolling her eyes in frustration. She reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

Leya’s mouth mucus appeared in large quantities. Fewa shuddered at the sight of the cute little butterfly turned disgusting. As fast as lightning, in a movement, neither Queenie nor Fewa could see. Leya flew around Fewa’s broken wing. Several times, Fewa screamed in pain. But he couldn’t do anything because Leya’s movements were like light shining in all directions around his wings.

There was a sudden loud crying sound and the air in the lab started to swirl. Everyone looked up to see that Becky had transformed into a beautiful but very scary looking butterfly creature. She had red and yellow skin and wings, and her eyes were glowing red as well. She looked as though she could either take you to new heights of beauty and passion, or she could rip your face off instead.

The disc jockey shouted on the microphone as he played a lively disco mix so loud that even the creatures under the sea could hear it. Everyone screamed and jumped to the beat. Their bodies are shaking, sweating, and grinding. But not only that, every corner has something steamy, literally like out of a porn movie. They couldn't control themselves, so they let it all out. And it's like people around them don't care. They laugh, they cheer, and that's what they call party.

“What are you doing?” Ash was caught off guard by her reaction and scanned her for possible injuries. “Why did you scream?” He was panting heavily and she was starting feel scared. “S..scream?” She was dumfounded, unsure of what he was talking about at first when she realized that he was referring to her reaction to the presence of the butterfly. “I saw a butterfly.” She muttered under her breath, feeling a little embarrassed by the situation. Ash let go of her, allowing her to drop to the floor, almost losing her balance.

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

she dreamed aloud. But it was the original revelator who, in that same lilting wonder, finished the thought. “They’re full of screams.” I turned upon a surreal scene, a mass exodus of twins and triplets from the woods, my winged ones running ahead of the wave, their faces twisted into something scarcely recognizable. I shouted to them, but my voice was lost in the shrill and discordant chorus of the children. I started to chase them but had no hope of catching the fleet and terror-stricken butterflies they were on the snow. As I watched them disappear into the next patch of forest, the snowy ranks of firs muffling the persistent cries of the young ones, I almost remembered what might cause s

She could talk to animals, plants, and insects. She could understand them as if she could hear their voices. The butterfly flew from her finger and landed on her left shoulder as she heard skittering from the field. The flowers moved because of the fast movement on the ground. The movement continued until it reached the end of the field where she was. Three squirrels came out, dragging a pack of pink donuts wrapped in thick plastics.