Demon Slayer Butterfly Novels & Stories

They stared at the flower garden and lost in their own thoughts. "Ayumi has always loved sakura. Spring is coming soon.. She must be taking me to Ueno park for hanami…" Edzar muttered. He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out some vitamins, he said it was a vitamin but Ariesta wasn't sure either, and drank it without water. Edzar used to gulp it down when he was nervous. Damn... Ariesta thought. She always couldn't stand it when Edzar sulked like this. The woman exhaled the smoke slowly.

Is that– A tentacle grabbed him by the angle, raising him into the air, and smashing him into the ground. I wasn’t able to sense him, looks like he’s the main one. Willow created a dagger and slashed the tentacle and rolled away. This one was taller than the others and there was a crystal sticking out of it’s chest. The shard. Willow stood back and began to absorb the essence of all the fallen Slendermen.

“Exactly. That’s what makes it fun. I don’t have to win... I just have to watch you lose.” Despair clawed at my chest. I glanced at Lucian, his face pale but resolute, and at Mr. Jones, who looked as if he might collapse beneath the weight of guilt. I felt trapped. Hopeless. And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw it... a single butterfly, its wings painted in the very colors of the Bloodshade’s blossom. Crimson. Silver. Violet. It drifted lazily, unhurried, toward the tree, as if to remind me that nature always has a rhythm, a way, a wisdom of its own.

"This isn't a fair fight, little girl. You can't have a demon doing your bidding." "I think it's quite fair," I said breathing hard as I twisted away from another swipe of claws. I ducked down between her legs and popped up the other side. I climbed the hairy back until I hung around her shoulders. The bunny ears flopped from side to side as Irma tried to reach me with her claws. I pulled out my silver dagger and cut the monster's throat. Black blood spurted across the circle. The wind caught it and sent it spinning out where it splattered trees and other plant life.

🦋 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.

He knew that he had met his end. “Take him away!” Peter instructed. The special forces went to the basement with Greg. I followed. The moment the lift doors were opened, we smelt a strong chemical scent. It was not a warehouse. Instead, it was a luxurious and well-equipped lab. There were a lot of devices and blinking lights. On the rack next to the wall, there were a lot of test tubes. On one of the rows, there was a blue tag. It said: Angel’s Kiss. At the deepest corner of that lab, there was a heavy metal door.

The weapon she received was a low-rank spirit grade weapon called 'Flaming Butterfly'. It was said that the artificer that made this weapon had named it in memory of the woman he loved. The woman he loved liked watching butterflies fly in her garden, and she would stay in her garden for hours watching them. Unfortunately, she died in a fire, and in her memory, he named this weapon 'Flaming Butterfly' to always remind him how he couldn't help her. It was his most prized possession.

Without any delay the sword light flew towards Butler Fin, and it did so with such great speed that even time was stunned. Butler Fin had hardly moved several meters away when the sword light appeared. And he was unable to react to the fast moving sky splitting strike. Before he could even prepare a counter the red sword light phased through him, cleanly separating the left half of his body from the right. Flames erupted and burned his body into ash, leaving nothing behind. Although he was a god and wouldn't die from this, he would certainly need several centuries to recover his physical body. "Hehe," the voice of Heavenly Demon Kim Min resounded, and along with a blinding red light he escap

Brandon immediately sent the butterfly toward Joe, something that can draw out the power of darkness and can eliminate a person's supernatural powers. "Butterfly? Too bad I don't like butterflies!” Click! Joe snapped his fingers and with that, all the black butterflies dead fell to the ground and disappeared with the wind. “Impossible! How could that be?" said Brandon who was very sure that the dark butterfly could be a powerful weapon. He cast the black crystal once more and more butterflies formed. All the flying creatures swarmed Joe's body which looked calm and once again. Click! With a snap of his finger, everything disappeared.

If anything, he presses deeper, adding a third finger, stretching me in that delicious way that makes my breath hitch. “Ahh–fuck Dante, it’s so f-full” “Easy, butterfly,” he murmurs, soothing. “I’ve got you. Just feel. I’ve waited too long to rush this.”