Firefly Wings の小説・ストーリー

I breathed, pointing with a trembling finger. His eyes widened. "Are those...butterflies? Glowing butterflies?" We moved closer, enchanted by the ethereal sight. A whole cloud of them hovered in a small glade, their wings shimmering with every color of the rainbow. They seemed to pulse and swirl in hypnotic patterns, drawing us in like moths to a flame. Connor reached out a wondering hand, his eyes wide open with awe. The butterflies swirled around him eagerly, touching on his hair, his shoulders, his outstretched fingers. He laughed with childlike delight.

" I opened up the file. "There was no QAR data corresponding to 120 flight hours in Yasmin's record. After retrieving the airlines' server logs, it was found that the data of these 120 hours was uploaded all at once, 48 hours before the application. "The IP address indicated that the files were uploaded from Zach Airways' management." I handed the printed copies of the screenshots to the disciplinary inspection team. Mike took them, glanced at them, and arched an eyebrow. Everyone in the room fell silent.

Marian asks, distressed. “It’s the venom. Eros isn’t well,” I say, watching as Eros rises from the floor. He looks taller now, and his spread wings are so beautiful I lose myself staring at them. I’ve only ever seen fairy wings—and few at that; there weren’t many in my village. Eros’s are coal-black, with a claw at each tip, the membrane veined with faint cracks. “Are you sure you’re all right? You can tell us if something’s wrong,” Adrian presses. I blink a few times; Eros’s eyes—still black but now tinged red—are locked on me.

“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.

Maleficent turned into a hundred black butterflies – escaping the onslaught of the deadly feather with only a hair breadth away. The flutters of the butterflies welcomed the wide-eyed angel. He had to swerve his body in order to avoid hitting the solid Willow tree instead. Angelo followed the flock of pure black butterflies that flew together like a shadow, leaving a trail of green flames. When the butterflies created enough safe distance against Angelo, Maleficent’s image materialized in the center of the slaughter butterflies she commanded.

pleasant nervous, like thousands of crazed butterflies swarming around in my stomach. Baby blue eyed butterflies; with wispy white blonde wings.

And there Right before our eyes Is a training ground full of creatures of every species, shape or size you could think of. Littered between them are… wow! … real life angels. I mean you hear stories but I could never picture it fully. They have these massive wings made of feathers or membrane. Some look like flowing water. Some like solid rock. Wings of all colours. No one pair look the same. Holly shot balls! They can retract and extend their wings! “You’ve stopped. What’s happened?” Roy’s voice sounds in my ear. “It’s all here.” Milo whispers back. “The east is probably the best attack point.”

she replied, blowing little breeze at it. After she was done nursing his burns, he held her hands in his as he looked back at her face that was giving nothing away. Was she angry or furious at him. Frank had no way of knowing as she only stared back at her hands in his before looking up at him. "I really am sorry Aria" he tried again. She quickly retrieved her hand with a flushed cheeks and turned away to hide her nervousness. Her stomach won't stop flipping at the way he was looking at her.

Magnificent, long white wings with a golden undertone. How is this possible? Was this what caused the pain? It has to be. The wings were huge. They moved like I could move my hands. I stretched them and they hit the wall on one side and the other side expanded up to over seven feet. The part connected to my back was golden and then it slowly shaded into a pure white colour. They looked...heavenly. My hands reached out to touch them. Soft. So soft. They were the softest thing I had touched in my entire life.

I had his arm pinned to his back while my wings beat at the air in big swings causing feathers and dust to cascade around us. He may be fast, but I was stronger, with wings. I pushed off of him, jumping as my wings beat downwards propelling me upward, and I perched on the railing that ran along the edge of the first floor platform. There I waited while he straightened his cloths. I hurt the wolfs pride, but what must be done is now done.