Novel & Cerita Novel Butterflies

“It’s so beautiful!” And it is. Of course it is. The butterfly is the largest and rarest of the blue English butterflies. Little, blue-eyed Violet reminds me of one – so beautiful in her fragility. So graceful and delicate. Such a rare delight. I tell her so, and her smile melts my heart. “That’s really nice.” “And really true, sweetheart.”

The sound of that strange name drew my attention back to the group and what I saw next was nothing short of wondrous. Little Leah was still in Luna Malaya's arms with Sarah and Julian right next to them, looking at Freya in wonder. And then there was Freya, who had been the person to utter those strange butterflies. Her hand was raised towards the baby's face and suddenly, a bright blue smoke formed in her hands and as it rose, out came a beautiful blue butterfly, larger than any normal butterfly I had ever seen. A glittery dust came out of its wings that shore like diamonds in the light and it rose even higher, leaving behind a trail of glitter dust in its wave.

Its wings were adorned with intricate patterns of black lines and dots, creating a stunning contrast against the yellow background. As the butterfly rested on Aurora's finger, she could see that its wings were thin and almost translucent, allowing the sunlight to filter through and create a soft, warm glow around the insect. The butterfly's body was small and slender, with black antenna protruding from its head, twitching slightly as it sensed its surroundings. The butterfly's wings were slightly tattered, suggesting that it had lived a full life and had flown great distances to reach her. Despite this, the butterfly looked healthy and content, its wings beating gently as it adjusted its pos

A few actually did brush against my dress, leaving little spots of glowing pollen that faded after a few seconds. The butterfly garden was at the center of a circular clearing surrounded by tall hedges. And when we stepped through the opening, I gasped. There were hundreds of them. Maybe thousands. Butterflies in colors I didn’t even have names for. Some were the normal colors—blue, yellow, orange—but others glowed silver, or shifted between colors as they flew, or left trails of sparkles behind them. “See?” Raven whispered, like talking too loud would scare them away. “Aren’t they beautiful?”

I wasn’t dreaming. The city was already cracking beneath me. Power grids flickering like dying stars. Tech failing. Screens static. The sky bruising in strange new colors. Everyone said it was coincidence. Collapse. Noise. But I knew better. The moment I felt her breath on my skin — even if I couldn’t see her — I knew the end had already arrived. And I had something to do with it. Ten butterflies maybe more followed me after that. Not literal ones. Not always. They shimmered in my periphery. Each the wrong color. Each too vivid. Each drawn to me like heat to blood. They touched me in dreams. They watched me when I undressed. They whispered without words. I could taste their want.

My heart restarted with a pang, its pounding drowning the air howling past us. Curling instinctively around Xanthea, I pulled her back against my chest and twisted, turning my back toward the ground. The valley sensed me. The moment it did, a swarm of red butterflies erupted across the land like a living storm, rising upward in a violent squall. They united into a crimson tide just before impact, breaking our fall. The breath knocked from my lungs as we rebounded off my butterflies. My back crashed into the cushioned bed of spider lilies, pain bursting through my spine.

he said smirking. “Okay, “x” is for breaking up.” I sighed hoping is not going to happen and he nodded. “Oh, I just remembered, I wanted to ask you…The day Chris gave me the note from you it was a d and a b. “ “Sweetheart, for me you are like a butterfly. Your whole life makes me think about butterflies. You are now mature and beautiful just like a butterfly” Alex smiled caressing my face. “My butterfly”. I can feel my cheeks turning red, that was such a nice thing to say. “My butterfly”

Sally’s POV Butterflies, Those little creatures fluttered in my belly whenever I saw Justin. This was it! I was going to do it. I exhaled deeply, clutching the gift box I had particularly stayed up all night curating just for him. I was finally going to tell Justin how I have truly felt after three years in colledge. It was our senior year and I didn’t want to live my entire life regretting why I never took the chance. I stood outside the building where Justin was throwing his birthday party.

In front of her was the field of flowers of different colors and sizes. After a while, a black butterfly flew from its hiding place at the back of roses. As the butterfly approached her, she lifted her right hand. The insect landed on her fingers. “What did you all get for me this time?” she asked the butterfly. To anyone who could witness what she was doing, they might think she had gone insane. But it wasn’t the case she was like that. She found a talent of her own when she was just a little girl. She could talk to animals, plants, and insects.

(Athena POV) Two blue butterflies caught my attention. I rarely see butterflies with that kind of color. They looked fascinating while they flew together. I followed it deeper into the woods, it led me to an open field with different kinds of flowers I've never seen before. Wow. It is a feminine sight. Yet, everyone could appreciate it’s beauty.