Comet Butterfly Novels & Stories

The butterflies hovering around the Creep must mean it already was able to assume a different form, which just also means it already became the queen of butterflies, or as it is called when they reach the maximum level because butterflies follow them around. Adding the Wanderer he has, the hero has made quite the strong team. But it was not enough to bring the genius monk. She was not envied to the point of isolation for nothing. The strong monks that were threatened by her presence were not showing cowardice for nothing. Because despite her frail look, Amon was strong enough to take on alone a group of Class B monsters.

It is exceedingly rare, and my uncle has only ever found two in all of his adventuring. I open the next box, and it holds three jars of rare butterfly breed called Menelaus blue morpho and one dragonfly. The most vibrant blue wings I have even seen on butterflies. Most people do not know this, but butterfly wings are transparent, and their colour comes from tiny scales that reflect light. My uncle is always on the lookout for butterflies for me. I have a collection of them in the garden; they have always been attracted to my plants. They help the plants and trees, plus they are so beautiful to see flying around.

“Mommy, look! I caught a Monarch!” I made my way over, watching as she crouched, carefully holding the net with one hand so the butterfly couldn’t escape while she opened her bug cage with the other. Then, she gently cupped her hands around the butterfly and moved it to the cage. “Wow, Nora,” I said, crouching down as she closed the cage. The Monarch butterfly within seemed utterly unbothered, lazily opening and closing its wings as its little antennae roved about. Most small animals and even insects were like that around Nora; it was as if they could sense her gentle nature.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

"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.

Ari said. Wait Ari...that is the monarch, the king of the butterflies, playing with his queen butterfly. Whoa, another butterfly following them, a black with speckles. They are going in our direction Ari... hold me I will position my camera to them. I need to get a good shot, help me, please. Okay, what do you want me to do? Hold my back so I will not fall while I am trying to capture their playful demeanor. Huh...Got a good shot, Thanks! Ari.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta

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.

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.

Ethan asked. A feral grin lit her face. "Enough that they learned not to mess with me, but it didn't bring back Squirmy. I was so upset. I still remember lying on my belly on the grass, days later, sniffling like a cry baby, when something with the most beautiful colors landed on my hand." She raised shining eyes to look at them. "My caterpillar, well, butterfly at that point, came back and it was so beautiful. My brothers hadn't killed Squirmy, even though he was so fragile. The only thing of mine I ever remembered not getting destroyed in one of their brawls. Of course, I couldn't keep it. It needed to fly and be free, but after that, I started collecting anything with butterflies. I drov