Obsidian Butterfly Novels & Stories

"But don't worry, since your life is presently in my hands, we aren't lost yet." Arian scoffed and jumped over too and they continued walking. "O.M.G!" Natalia suddenly squeaked. "It's a white butterfly!" She excitedly moved over to where it was feeding on a flower. "Yay." The hot French muttered dryly. Arian didn't know, but in Astheria white butterflies were the rarest and most significant butterflies in the Empire. "Take a picture of us!" She ordered and tossed him her digital camera. He reluctantly took a photo and returned it after much fussing.

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.”

The little birds sang and flew freely from one place to another and transmitted a certain level of tranquility to me, however, my mind did not take long to return to the same thing again and again, Isaac did not come to class and I still did not decide to go look for him or no, it was very possible that he refused to talk to me. There was a couple of doves on the branch of an oak and it was too cute for me to see them close together and with their eyes closed. A part of me didn't want to leave the house, but I knew perfectly well that being in college was distracting me a bit so it was the best for my sanity.

And standing up close to it and seeing just what the harborage was her breath was taken away. It was a massive oasis located right in the middle of the blazing desert looking like it were a collection of gemstones come to life. There were trees of different heights and sizes with the colour and texture of sodalite, lepidolite and malachite. Flowers of different types with the colour and texture of angelite, citrine, rose quartz and carnelian. Grass that ran across the floor of the entire oasis with the colour and texture of aventurine and shrubs scattered here and there with the colour and texture of hematite and black tourmaline. A large waterfall with water the colour of lapis lazuli. Rock

They stood before the Obsidian Heart, its malevolent energy pulsing ominously. The Obsidian Heart pulsed with a sinister energy, a malevolent energy that was both terrifying and alluring. It was the source of the Obsidian Circle’s power. Lyra knew that destroying it was a high-stakes gamble. The heart’s connection to the entire fortress was immense. Severing the connection could lead to a catastrophic release of dark energy, capable of decimating Silvermoon and everything beyond. But the alternative – a prolonged battle against a regrouped Obsidian Circle – was equally catastrophic. Lyra had to take the risk.

"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

"It must be a rare butterfly from Oregon, Ma'am. It's called Leona's Little Blue." The woman blinked at Sky. "You're very smart. Have you ever seen it in person?" Sky shook her head. "No, I saw it in a magazine. Mama read it for me. There aren't many of them anymore. They're rare. I'm very afraid that they will become extinct. Their color is very beautiful, Ma'am. Bluish white, just like the color of your brooch. Your niece is so nice to give such a special gift." The woman chuckled. Her shoulders felt light now. She didn't need to be ashamed of others. She also had something to be proud of.

It was the only thing that reminded him and Rebecca about their parents. Vivian bent over to check the damage of the totem. She tried to see if there was a way she could repair so he wouldn't notice, but it was way too damaged for repair. It was shattered to pieces. Vivian's heart sank as she realized the magnitude of her mistake.

Her gaze lingered on the mark on my wrist. “Show me,” she said. I held out my arm. She traced the crescent scar with one finger. It flared with heat under her touch. “Ancient,” she murmured. “The Obsidian Curse. The same darkness that nearly destroyed this pack years ago. It sleeps inside her… but it’s waking.” Kael’s entire body went rigid beside me. “Can it be removed?” he asked, voice tight. Selene shook her head. “Not without killing her. The mark and the girl are bound together. She is the vessel. But she may also be the key to finally ending it.”

She felt very small. Up ahead, she saw a house. But it did not look like a normal house. It was not made of wood. It was not made of bricks. It was made of black glass. The glass was dark and shiny. The house looked like a giant box of shadows sitting on the cliff. There were no trees around it. There were no flowers. There was only the black glass and the gray sky. People called this house "The Obsidian." It was a very expensive and a very scary place.