Comet Butterfly Novels & Stories

I tried setting it free, but I didn't expect what I saw next. The butterfly floated into the sky amongst the different bulbs of mystical lights that hung all around in the empty space. Then it flew into the heavy phosphorescence and grew as big as a magnified butterfly in a camera, covering a vast majority of the empty space. Its colours shone brighter and more beautiful than any rainbow I'd ever seen. It flew back to face me, then burst into little, pebbles of sparks, engulfing my whole being. At a point, I'd already accepted what I was seeing to be only just a dream, however, turning back to see my cousin, I began to contemplate.

The way he said ladies made me cringe like we were something other than ladies. “Teresa Montés and Isabella Valéz.” Chino responded. “These wouldn’t be my brother’s daughters, would they? “They are.” “So, you escaped Zamora. “ “Yes,” I said. “You must be Isabella. The older one, right? “He looked me up and down. “Hmmm.” He walked over to Teresa, she looked at me nervously. She is only 19. Barely even legal in the United States. He touched her shoulder, she jumped. “It’s no reason to be afraid.” He rubbed her shoulders.

No and never,she won't permit that . Rustin looked at her with a fearful,look .His legs shivered .For him ,girls are like a flower .If once plucked , so that he can stare it's beauty forever,until he feel it's bore.But Shizuka's aggressiveness proved , everything won't be flower . Some will be like Opuntia, too . It will pierce his skin ,if he crosses his limit . Moving forward, Shizuka opened the door and clapped her hands . suddenly,some servants rushed towards her and bowed Infront ,

he said smirking. “Okay, “x” is for breaking up.” I sighed hoping is not going to happen and he nodded. “Oh, I just remembered, I wanted to ask you…The day Chris gave me the note from you it was a d and a b. “ “Sweetheart, for me you are like a butterfly. Your whole life makes me think about butterflies. You are now mature and beautiful just like a butterfly” Alex smiled caressing my face. “My butterfly”. I can feel my cheeks turning red, that was such a nice thing to say. “My butterfly”

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

How could it be otherwise. “Lemming or not, I'm not jumping that cliff with you. And I'm done being a maggot. I'd rather be a butterfly. Something that can fly away.” One crept out from behind a leaf, a scintillating blue Morpho. I coaxed it onto my palm then blew it in his face. “That way, if we fall, I won't smash open like a pinata.”

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

“It’s a umbrella for you. Butterfly wings are big enough to keep out the rain.” Jenny took the piece of paper in her hands. The paper made a “rustling” sound as it moved between her fingers. The crayon colors left marks on her fingerprints—pink, blue, brown, green—standing out sharply against her pale skin. She looked down at the butterfly. Its wings were pink, with asymmetrical patterns: three dots on the left wing and two on the right. The butterfly’s body was brown, and its antennae were blue, bending to form two question-mark-shaped arcs on the paper.

But there were still a lot more plants I couldn’t identify. I gasped, awestruck, gazing at the red butterfly. Its wings were as though made of thin slices of glowing red crystals with dark and gold patterns mixing gracefully with one another as it flapped its long-tailed wings. It was twice the size of a normal butterfly and a thousand times more beautiful and magical. The butterfly fluttered past the window glass. I waved at it excitedly, as though it would wave back at me. Unaware of how sheepishly I was smiling, I couldn’t take my eyes off it.