Novel Butterflies Novels & Stories

With every flap of its wings, a sweet aroma as well as tiny green flower petals fell off its wings. There were six smaller similar looking butterflies flying around the massive one. These were around 50 meters tall, all of different colors, white, red, pink, green, black and light blue. Milton stood to his feet and observed the butterflies with interest, he realised that all six of these, all of different affinities.

I KNOW. Here is what I am thinking — the Nico and Vivian story would be included right here in this same book, His Butterfly, as a novella at the end. So you would not have to go anywhere. You would not have to find a new book. It would just continue right here after we wrap up His Butterfly.

Some butterflies fly in different colors that change from flower to flower. My brain is completely consumed by the things I think about. I just closed my eyes because even Grandpa didn't want to believe it. Elijah, on the other hand, did not fully believe. No one believed in me and there was a part of me that couldn't accept that. They don't seem to trust me. I was about to speak but I heard some rustling so I didn't continue. I wondered if it was an animal making the rustling noises but I heard more of what sounded like wings.

It was the most thoughtful thing I'd ever received in my life. The eight-inch-long piece artfully depicted a butterfly emerging from its chrysalis in five stages. On the chrysalis' shell, she'd drawn elements from my past, while on the butterfly's wings she'd concretized my dreams. Not going to lie, it took everything in me not to start bawling after I'd realized how much attention she paid to my stories, to my secrets.

It was a butterfly. I blinked twice in amusement and slowly reached out, only for it to fly over a potted hydrangea in the corner. I contented myself with watching from afar. It flapped its majestic wings elegantly— black etched with purple dots and an intricate pattern on the sides. Somewhere on the internet, someone pointed out that butterflies cannot actually see their wings. I wonder if it was actually true and what a shame that would be. To be so beautiful and yet so painfully unaware.

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.

The large colorful butterfly violently flapped its wings in the face of those toxins. The toxins unleashed by Fiona turned back on them, resulting in horrified screams.

Gonzalo took her face and caressed her cheek. They stared at one another with eyes full of emotions. Patricia's eyes were sad, but there's something in them that Gonzalo couldn't identify. She was staring at him, but it's like she's looking into his soul. Gonzalo swallowed hard as butterflies started dancing in his belly. As time goes by, his feelings for Patricia grow stronger and stronger. But the more she learns about her, the more things get complicated. He doesn't have anything concrete yet, but he's starting to suspect.

Her voice was small and barely a whisper – the temptation to close her eyes and start her slumber was like a siren’s call for her. Upon her command, a flock of black butterflies immerged from the darkness of her room. They heed their master’s command and from the accumulated shadow within the flock, a floating egg was seen. It was placed under their master’s arms as if she was curling around it – protecting it. With the command being delivered, the flock of Slaughter butterflies entered Cent’s shadow, waiting to be called again – the taste of angel flesh still lingering their predatory instincts.

It took a moment for the sun to shine through the canopy of butterflies, casting a kaleidoscope of dazzling colors into the air. The delicate creatures fluttered their wings in unison, creating a mesmerizing dance of light and movement. Each wing was adorned with intricate patterns and vibrant hues. As they took flight, the colors mixed and merged, creating a beautiful symphony for the eyes to behold. It was like witnessing a burst of confetti, but more magical. Darren’s hand put pressure on my waist as he led me forward. With each step, hundreds of butterflies erupted and took to the skies. The ground was covered in colorful flowers that had a sweet scent. It must have been a super attracta