Cute Star Butterfly Novels & Stories

When Lance's finger touched the petal, all of our attention, captured by its captivating and unusual response! The flowers began to open wider while producing a variety of butterflies in different sizes! What struck me the most was the strange fixed color that they have. It only has two; green and blue. Our eyes were following the directions where they flew around the corner. These beautiful butterflies were dropping a white, tiny glitter that gave more life to the waters as they passed. The splashing of waves of the surrounding water made the pathway wet. We moved a bit to avoid getting hit. Well, except for Elaine, who was busy looking at those butterflies. So Christian stepped towards her

Alone, sitting. Not that the fairy knew anything else. The time passed, until, on a hot spring day, a butterfly flew through the mountains and glaciers, and as if it were only there for this cause, it lands on the fairy's wrist. The fairy does not react, no movement stands there as it has done for a long time, staring at the blue and black wings of the butterfly. This one stays there for a few moments, spreading its wings as if it were going to stretch, then, suddenly closing it as if it had changed its mind, again flapping its wings and flying through the colossal pillars of ice, disappearing from the castle.

“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.

“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.

•Heather• A small smile stretched my lips as I silently studied the beautiful butterfly in front of me. It had large, bright colored wings that were attached to a small body. I wondered what kind of breed it was and where it was from since my parents made sure that there weren’t many butterflies in the manor because of my older sister’s weird fear of them.

I took my time enjoying the sight laid out before me; the butterfly's wings were spread on either side of her labia from top to bottom. The outer edges were the same blue as her angel's wings with an outer ring of black with silver dots going down both sides. The eyes on the end of the antenna were right above her pierced clit, truly a beautiful work of art but not nearly as beautiful as the pussy it adorned. I opened the lips of her tattooed pussy, the eyes and antenna of the butterfly winking at me as I pushed my thumb inside her wetness. "Ummm." She arched her back and pushed herself down farther on my finger searching for more.

Before Ashley could ask, he suddenly speak up. "Why can't I get my butterfly, they always come and go but I never get to catch any" his voice was sad, almost teary. "Some little stars always shine here in the night, but daddy never let me come out...I always watch them through the window" he said and pointed at the upper right window. That's his room. Ashley was saddened by the fact he never gets to play like any normal kid. Ashley pats his hair. " Butterflies are meant to be admired not captured," she said, clasping his face. " That is why they are called beauty flies, they make the environment beautiful" her gaze caught sight of the rose flower behind," just like those flowers".

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.

Before she could respond- Knock. Knock. Knock. All four of them turned toward the door. "I'll get it," Seraphine said. She opened it. No one stood outside. Only a box rested neatly on the floor. A soft glow leaked from its edges. Her heartbeat quickened as she carried it inside and placed it on the bed. "What is that?" Mina whispered. Seraphine opened the lid. Inside was a delicate glass cage. And within it- A butterfly made of shimmering light, its wings glowing silver and gold as if woven from moonbeams themselves.

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.