Do Butterflies Bite Novels & Stories

He flicked his sleeve, and dozens of colorful butterflies immediately shot out, flying straight toward Leland. Unlike ordinary butterflies, they were extraordinarily fast. Leland hadn't even managed to get 300 feet away before the butterflies caught up with him. He began slashing them down without any hesitation, but dozens of them exploded. Leland was blasted backward, slamming into a maple tree before crashing to the ground, coughing up blood. But he wasn't dead yet. "No one escapes under my watch. You won't be an exception." Calix slowly walked over to Leland.

" Angela followed her father until he stopped in the middle of the school. He called the attention of all the students that are not in class. After every student gathered around him. Angela heard the words she never expected her father would say. "If Angela ever bullies anyone of you again, come to our house and tell me. I do not tolerate this kind of attitude. She doesn't have the right to shame any of you or toy on you. If she ever does that to you, fight back. You will not be in trouble." -End of Flashback- That was the first hurtful thing her dad ever did to her. Somebody laid a hand on her, and he didn't even bother to defend her. What kind of father would that to his own daughter?

"If death’s shadow looms over us tomorrow, I want it to claim me first before it dares touch you." Sera traced the sharp lines of his jaw, the roughness of his stubble, down to the fullness of his lips. He caught her finger between his teeth, biting down playfully, dark eyes watching her beneath heavy lids. "Careful, Butterfly. The most beautiful things are always the most dangerous." A smile ghosted her lips. Before he could react, she leaned forward and bit into his neck, hard enough to leave a mark. A hickey, a brand, a warning.

He could always be seen treating other clan members with respect and his concern for everyone is very clear. Veronica will not forget when she saw a palm-sized yellow butterfly with black polka dots all over its wings gliding calmly in lucid air. She planned to pet it and put it in a sanctuary where it can live and multiply. But when she was about to catch it, Freya, her elf playmate, swiftly made a scene and caught the butterfly with its elongated green tongue, sticking it to her left arm while stroking its wings gently with her right pinky finger giving Veronica a mocking stare.

teacher Norkie started, but Matt already had his hand out. He snatched one of the creatures mid-air, crushing it in his fist. Purple liquid oozed between his fingers as the insect twitched, lifeless. Alyssa let out a sharp gasp, practically screeching. The rest of us recoiled, horrified by the sudden brutality. “These aren’t butterflies,” Matt declared, wiping his palm on his pants. “They’re mosquitoes. Look closer.”

Chris and Charlie ran after the butterflies, while Chloe recorded them with Anne's phone. Just as Chloe was about to take a photo of a butterfly, it flew off. "Ah! Don't go!" Chloe widened her eyes. "You don't have to get too close. Just stand here and zoom so you won't scare the butterfly away," Anne said. "Okay, Mama!" Chloe instantly learnt the trick and scrolled her fingers on the screen to zoom in on the butterfly. Just as she was about to take a photo, a call came in and she accidentally answered it. Shortly after, Anthony's face appeared on the screen.

It would be difficult to increase his speed within a month, let alone fulfilling the request of the Aqua Dragon to pass the test. Wilbur felt despair at that moment. Suddenly, he saw a bird flying past him, and his attention shifted to a few butterflies nearby. The butterflies were flying near a small plant with a few cocoons attached to it. One of the cocoons wriggled under the sunlight, and then a butterfly broke out from the cocoon and flew away. The butterfly flapped its wings and gradually flew across Wilbur. "What?" Wilbur frowned. What he saw made him realize something, gravity should affect everything within its field. Even a drop of water would be affected. Caterpillars and butterfl

He smiled, a genuine, unburdened expression, and reached out a tentative finger to touch a vibrant butterfly that had landed on a nearby flower. Its wings, a kaleidoscope of colors, shimmered in the sunlight, a fragile masterpiece of nature. Then, the idyllic scene shattered. The butterfly, a symbol of beauty and fleeting joy, morphed into a swarm of a million ants, their tiny bodies coalescing into a writhing, menacing mass. They descended upon him, an army of miniature terrors, crawling over his skin, their mandibles biting and stinging, inflicting a thousand tiny pinpricks of agony.

Was the unhappy reply. "Talk about bad timing. Maybe we could go room by room? Try and work out what's happened to each person?" I raised a brow at the four men, hoping for some input. "Is there a way to tell if someone's been bitten? You know, without actually seeing the bite?" If there was some special werewolf trick for spotting future wolves then I wanted to learn it. Somehow I didn't think we'd be able start asking people to move their bandages so we could get a good look at their wounds. Security would be escorting out before we could blink.

The butterfly follows and lands wherever I move my hand. I abruptly stood up, the awful creature revealed himself with a silly smile on its hideous lips. "You don't have time," he laughed rapidly. He immediately vanished again, and his clock began to tick wildly. I closed my eyes again, and when I felt what appeared to be an attack in front of me, I bit my wrist and violently opened my eyes. My blood instantly gushed from my bite, and I turned around. I felt his slap on my cheek right away, but I tried to grab his body and rubbed my bleeding wrist on it. I blasted off again, but I quickly came to a halt to avoid soaring into the distance.