Jolyne Butterfly Novels & Stories

Captivated by the beauty the scene had to provide her with, Seraphine found it to be a pity that s photograph can not be taken. Mind blown, Seraphine ran her hand through her long hair. Then, her eyes widened when she noticed the array of colorful butterflies scattered around the lilies. The wings of the butterflies were illuminated, and when the night-time appeared, the sight was way more pretty. Seraphine and Kayden spent the entire day here today, having snacks and roaming around the surroundings. The scene was too ethereal, and there were too many attractions for them to get bored. A sparkling blue stream flowed at the side of the valley, and the fish inside the water had silver-blue bod

Zitrey staidly uttered. Aoi eyes sparkled then turned dull. Then, in split of seconds, he was already standing beside Zitrey followed by the Blue morpho butterflies. Head tilted down beside her ear, then whispered, “Becareful, some kid are giving information about you. I don't want others to touch my prey.”

At my grave, he reached out to touch the photo carved into my tombstone, his smile radiant, though his eyes brimmed with sorrow. "If only the old tales of lovers turning into butterflies were real," he murmured. And in that moment, I felt myself transform—my soul taking shape as a butterfly. I fluttered down, landing softly on his shoulder. He lifted a hand and brushed the edge of my fragile wings. A single tear fell from his eye. Then suddenly, blood spilled from his lips. He collapsed in front of my grave. Moments later, another butterfly appeared beside me. Together, we circled freely in the wind, then soared higher and higher, toward an endless horizon.

"She’s the Blueprint of the Twenty-Sixth. And she’s already started the re-weave." From the Hive, thousands of Silver-Black Butterflies began to emerge, their wings etched with the faces of the people we had lost.

“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.

Hayley murmured against Katelyn's soft mouth. Hayley released Katelyn and picked up a vibrator. "I've fantasized about using this one on you. I bought it with you in mind," Hayley explained. "It's pretty, feminine, and classy. It's called the Butterfly." Hayley held up a long vibrator on a solid base which contained the controls. It had a long, pearly-white shaft, the base of which was clear and filled with actual pearls. Near the base was a butterfly with wings and antennae. It was made of a soft, jelly-like material. Katelyn looked at it in amazement.

"That pink fog should be something like pollen?" The fairy butterfly, which was about the size of a palm and had a pair of wings in 16 different colors on, fluttered around and landed on Ding Hao's palm. Upon careful observation, he found that this fairy butterfly was four to five times larger than the other butterflies of the same species, and the number of colors on its wings was several dozen times that on the wings of the other butterflies. Ding Hao took a closer look and found that its body was not so horrifying as the caterpillar-like bodies of ordinary butterflies, but instead, it was even more adorable and cute. Its thumb-thick waist was covered with extremely soft fluff. It was soft

She said but got no reply. "This is so frustrating," Freya said and her eyes caught sight of a brown butterfly, she smiled and spread out her hand as it landed on her hand "Pretty," She said and use her index finger to touch the wing but it flies away before she could. "Don't go" She muttered and followed the butterfly. Bianca and Johnny were unaware of her absence since they were so deep into their conversation. Freya wandered in a valley, following the beautiful brown butterfly that capture her heart, but she had no idea where she was.

The girl had gentle features that one would label as cute or even beautiful. She had a shining pair of golden eyes with the left one obscured by a blue and purple butterfly that matches well with her clothes. Her skin is milky white like the petals of a lily and just as soft while her hair is the color of the silver moonlight that curls in beautiful hoops.

"How did you learn to do that?" "I don't know. I think the amulet taught me," she replied. "What else can you do?" I asked. She closed her eyes and held the amulet again. A single blue butterfly flew down from the sky and landed on her finger, then another, and another and another until a hundred butterflies were fluttering around us in all their beautiful colours. I smiled widely as Milly opened her eyes again to admire her work. Surprisingly, Leo's expression was far less impressed. He grabbed Milly's arm and dragged her towards the house. The butterflies immediately vanished and my face dropped. Max and I chased after Leo and Milly into the house and into the kitchen.