Comet Butterfly Novels & Stories

I tried to explain with the best of my capabilities but if there are still others who don't understand it and haven't read the sequels, I humbly request to just check the wiki since they have a larger context base. The title of the most beautiful spirit beast of the continent goes to an insect spirit beast named Bright Goddess Butterfly. Its size depends on its cultivation. Greater the cultivation, larger the size. Its carapace is glowing white in color as if the most central location of a fire. The glow released from the white carapace makes its luminescent blue wings with constantly changing dark-blue patterns on the surface and the golden lining on the edge of the wings stand out further.

"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

Scarlette swam to the body and freed her, then swam away, looking around for where the water took her to. As she looked around the dark purple underwear cavern, she saw the red butterfly with a crescent on its wings flying into a corner. She quickly swam after it, Sapphire carefully tucked in her arms. The butterfly flew fast and Scarlette was now certain that it wasn't a normal one but wasn't sure if the butterfly was meant for her or Sapphire. She found herself at the entrance to another part of the cavern and hesitated to go in, but since the butterfly flew in anyway, she followed it.

After him, Santi did the same thing until the rest followed. When Minerva was surrounded by those lights, it encircled her until a huge butterfly from the circle that she stood in rose from the ground and captured the lights. Afterward, it was sucked into the back of her left hand until a pattern of a butterfly inside the different colored sphere appeared. It stayed for a few minutes until it disappeared. Minerva, who was silent the entire time, glanced in the direction of her father. Minerva Chrysalis de Ivrea. Although her name was still Minerva, a second name was included. And coincidentally, it was connected to the transformation of a butterfly. Seriously, was this affected her thing for

I gawp, like an imbecile, so taken by the sight that my breath catches in my throat. “This is amazing!” she says, and it’s all I can do to nod. An emerald and black butterfly takes lazy flight in front of us, its wings big and shimmering with metallic beauty. Laine frantically thumbs through the spotter guide, but I still her with a squeeze of my hand on her shoulder. “Papilio blumei,” I tell her. “Found only on the Indonesian island of Sulawesi. It’s a peacock, otherwise known as a green swallowtail.” “It’s beautiful,” she says, and her eyes follow it out of sight.

* According to the Oxford Advanced Learners Dictionary, butterflies are defined as a nectar-feeding insect with two pairs of large, typically brightly coloured wings that are covered with microscopic scales. The definition was standard across most modern day dictionaries. For Afrah however, butterflies could be defined as the ghostly entities which fluttered within the confines of her stomach whenever she looked up to find Adnan staring at her. During such an occurrence, she would clamp down on her spoon and refuse to stare at him.

“What’s that?” I blink and then look down into my hands where a little blue butterfly sits, slowly moving her wings up and down, completely calm and incredibly pretty. “Holy shit,” Blythe whispers, stepping close to peer at it. “Where did you get that?” “Want to be a butterfly next?” I ask, a bit wicked, grinning up at him. He just flinches back, looking at me with horror.

I once or only twice has seen a butterfly that be only from a window. I always found them so pretty. It was yellow in colour with black dots on it. I didn't know what kind of mistake I was doing in order to follow that pretty creature. I didn't notice that I got out of the grass. The butterfly stopped on a wall flapping its wings furiously. But before I could even stare at it from close it abruptly fled away. I was in the commotion that why it flee away so early but suddenly gasped out finding myself in the air. My stomach got pressed against a hard shoulder. Then I realised.

A suggestion sprung forth as she looked through the photos. “Butterflies in Sabyre have to endure extreme weather conditions, yet they continue to soar through the harshest of winters and remain beautiful throughout. Wonderful! Simply amazing!” Mr. Smith was greatly pleased, his eyes lighting up. “You’ve given me such brilliant inspiration once again! I’ll name it Sabyrean Butterflies! New life will dawn upon us after the pain is washed away!” The corner of Melanie’s lips arched into a smile, as though she had something in mind.

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.