Butterfly Scream Novels & Stories

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.

Not butterflies. Butterflies didn’t have clacking wings. Butterflies didn’t feel as hard as marbles. Butterflies didn’t snip their way out of a person’s chest. Another burst of pain had me screaming so loud that my eardrums shattered. My ribcage exploded open, releasing a swarm of insects. They were so small that I couldn’t see their shape, and they rose above us in a cloud of black. Mum skittered backward and shrieked.

I slide my tongue inside her, fucking her in long, slow strokes that have her body tensing again and her breaths coming in fast, sexy pants. Bringing my lips to her clit, I give her a gentle suck, swirling my tongue over her sensitive skin as my fingers dig into her hips, holding her still. She starts to whimper and moan, and I break away from her pussy long enough to say, “Don’t you dare scream when you cum, little girl.”

The horizon was streaked in gold and orange, like flame behind the treetops. I breathed in the cool dusk air and smiled. Yeah. Let nature run its course. Just as I was stepping out onto the gravel path near the edge of the woods when I heard it. A scream. Not a startled yelp or some scared and desperate plea. No, this one was deep—raw, guttural, agonized. It tore out of Walter's lungs like something was being ripped from his very soul. And it didn't stop. It kept coming. Louder, higher, cracking at the edges like a thread pulled too tight.

Her eyes rolled white. “No—Astrid, stay with me!” She didn’t hear me. Or she couldn’t. Her lips parted again: “H-he’s… he’s inside…” And then she screamed. Not a mortal scream. Not human. Not wolf. A sound layered with something older than either, something that made the trees bend inward, and the ground tremble with memory. Lucian smiled faintly. “The Anchor Scream. The First Luna made it too, the night she sealed Him. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

What if I go near it… Oh wow, it’s tame! It even decided to fly up to me. It’s so beautiful. Hahaha! It’s even circling around me! Hey, don’t go away yet! Can we be friends? I wanna go with you! Haha! You’re really playful, aren’t you? You’re so pretty to look at. I hope I can touch you, even if I can’t catch you… “SARAH!” Huh? That sure sounded like Bro Marc’s voice. Oh, the butterfly looks like it’s waiting for me to go near it. It’s just fluttering around that same spot. What if I...

He cracks a laugh when she screamed furiously. To make it up to Mizuko, he motions his finger with silver smoke that made a golden butterfly. He made it fly towards Mizuko that made her gasp. Since it is one of the ingredients she was quick to follow it, trying to catch it but it flap its wings faster when she reaches for it.

I then flinch a little as fingers touch my cheek and someone whispers, "Butterfly?? May I touch you? Butterfly, can you hear me?" I nod slightly, as I can't move much more than that. Next thing the voice is yelling, "BETA ASHER HOW DO I GET HER DOWN??" I feel the chains loosen and I collapse as my legs can't hold me up at the moment. I then drift in and out of consciousness. The next thing I am actually able to hear even a little clearly is " Drink Butterfly! It will help.."

🦋 She carried so much hope which she didn't even believe in on those fragile wings of hers She held so much life and so much light on those wings of power. She was just a small butterfly 🦋 √√√ The deep feminine alto tone laced with a hint of annoyance startled him. He reeled. Locking his gaze at the girl with the slender figure, big beautiful honey eyes, thick lashes and the perpetual disdainful expression wholly evident on her face.

I fall into a slumber the moment my body makes contact with the bed. I dream of an aurora sky and snow-covered plains where butterflies of different shades flutter around. The whole sight is dazzling. Then out of nowhere, there’s a screech—and what follows is a bat the size of a human’s head flying straight at me. I instinctively dodge it, and that’s when my eyes snap open. Seconds pass, but I can still hear the screeching. It takes a while for me to register what’s happening, and then it hits me.