Novel Butterflies Novels & Stories

He was here. The sun was up and in my eyes. The first thing I saw was a sheer curtain attempting to keep the morning light away. The wind blew, sending the curtains up to the ceiling. The few seconds that the window was left bare, I caught a glimpse of the flowers designed by mother nature blooming in bunches and shrubs. They were in a dozen poignant colours, the reds looked like it could bleed. And there were butterflies, two– no three fluttered in my vision. Their wings, quite small but painted like it could only be made for the museum or for Disneyland. The curtain closed and I saw the room more clearly.

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.

His eyes, focused and sincere, carried no hint of flirtation, only a quiet, thoughtful intensity that made me follow his gaze. The butterflies were in various stages of life. Some were emerging from their cocoons, struggling to break free, while others had already spread their wings in vibrant colors. The introduction board on the side reads: When a butterfly emerges from its cocoon, it's also strengthening its wings to get ready for flight. As it breaks free, fluid from its body flows into its wings, helping them grow stronger.

’, her Lycan swoons. Caralyn rolls her eyes. ‘Or maybe I will be caught in the rain till my wings tear apart. Or I might be a lone insect who the other butterflies don’t want to play with,’ she pouts. Then, a wide smile gradually graced her lips. ‘I will be a very beautiful butterfly, though.’ Caralyn imagines herself as a beautiful, alluring butterfly, with her best colors as her wings: white and purple. ‘It will be an ethereal sight,’ she daydreams.

Princess Nathania pointed to two butterflies with similar wing colors, flying around them. Prince Nathan looked at the butterflies that were flying, perching from flower to flower. She smiled gently, thinking about how the beautiful butterfly flew with such beautiful wings. "Thania wants to have wings like that butterfly, did Nathan want to have wings like that too?" asked the princess. "Nathan, don't want to have wings like butterflies!" "Why?" "The butterfly's wings are very fragile. It is very dangerous if exposed to strong winds, the butterfly can't fly high," "Why can't?"

Randall asked her. Freya hid her face in his chest and cried her heard out. “Who are you?” Olivia asked her. The woman smiled at her. “I thought you’d never ask.” She told her and threw her hand over her head. Countless numbers of butterflies emerged from her sleeve and spread around the area. The butterflies were purple in color and they left sparkling dust as they flew around. The atmosphere looked enchanting. The butterflies sat on the wounded, and their wounds quickly healed. Olivia blocked her eyes once at the enchanting scene, and suddenly she was in a completely different place.

it's resembles my situation , where this world is a garden ; And I at the other end , just a "LONELY FLOWER" . Just I was thinking about that , A butterfly with blue and black wings landed on the single daisy flower . "It's seems, it's not alone anymore". I also wish for a butterfly who'll make me a party of this world. Ah ,I feel like crying. "My lady , we shall head back inside. it's windy outside". we went inside and I started to write a novel , to divert my attention from crying. Though I said that , I can't stop myself , my tears are running to my cheeks and feel in my writings .

Mino immediately smiled and showed me a butterfly with black wings and a blood-red body. While feeling the overwhelming dread, I hurriedly shoved the butterfly away from his palm. "Entrante! Let's go!" I yelled as I swiftly lifted Kypper and we took off running away from the river. No! We need to get out of here as soon as possible. The terror and pounding in my chest have rendered me virtually deafening. "What's going on?" Mino wondered as he ran alongside me. "That butterfly is a Lastreias!" I exclaimed frightened as I grasped Mino's hand to flee faster. "What the hell is that?" he questioned, perplexed, as we abruptly exited the forest.

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.

When Lance's finger touched the petal, all of our attention, captured by its captivating and unusual response! The flowers began to open wider while producing a variety of butterflies in different sizes! What struck me the most was the strange fixed color that they have. It only has two; green and blue. Our eyes were following the directions where they flew around the corner. These beautiful butterflies were dropping a white, tiny glitter that gave more life to the waters as they passed. The splashing of waves of the surrounding water made the pathway wet. We moved a bit to avoid getting hit. Well, except for Elaine, who was busy looking at those butterflies. So Christian stepped towards her