Obsidian Butterfly Novels & Stories

When it was done, he dropped his hand and took a step back. “Last chance, human.” “Fuck you.” “I found something the other day that I’ve been dying to try,” Obsidian said as he stepped around the man and walked over to the table. “It’s called the Blood Eagle.” Obsidian leaned over and grabbed something from the table, but he turned away before I could see what it was. Instead of walking around to face the man, he stopped behind him.

Vanya's POV I remembered that there was an ordinary obsidian at this auction. It looked gray and unpolished, with a rough and uneven surface, so no one paid much attention to it. But in reality, it was an obsidian blessed by the Moon Goddess. If placed within a pack, it could influence the pack and the surrounding area. It could even strengthen the protective barriers of the pack's territory. Now that I've decided to leave Cliff, I need to secure my own future.

“Holt — blue — air. Clarity, distance, intellect… and aloofness. Air sees everything from above and rarely gets its hands dirty. Convenient, isn’t it?” A pause. Then Ezekiel’s smile sharpened. “And Obsidian.” He rolled the word slowly on his tongue like a forbidden fruit. Most people would say darkness. Or void. Or death. Instead, Ezekiel laughed — light, airy, and almost musical. “Obsidian is not darkness, my dear king’s husband,” he said loudly enough for Alessio to hear. “It is shadow made solid.” He pointed toward the cave mouth. “Not earth, not water, not fire, not air… but the boundary between them. The cutting edge where worlds collide.”

Lilian said. “Obsidian? What for?” I asked her and she chuckled. “Black obsidian helps in healing and protection. It keeps negative energy away,” Lilian explained, making my mouth form an O shape. “Okay, so how does it help suppress the urge??” I asked her and saw Billy roll his eyes. I knew that I was being too inquisitive but who would blame me? I wanted to be sure if I should really get my hopes up or not.

The butterfly landed briefly on a broad leaf, wings opening and closing like breath. “Whoa,” he whispered. “Did you see that?” Bobby crouched beside him, careful not to crowd. “That’s a blue morpho,” she said. “They look bright like that when they fly, but when they close their wings, they disappear.” Christopher frowned. “Disappear?” She nodded. “The outside is blue. The inside is brown, like bark. It’s how they survive.” The butterfly lifted again, the blue momentary and electric, then vanished into shadow.

But also… longing. Pop whistles low and pats the seat beside him. That’s where I go. As I sit, I finally clue into the conversation. “Ītzpāpālōtl is called the Obsidian Butterfly because her wings are made of obsidian,” Huitzilopochtli says. “What’s obsidian?” Micah asks. “It’s a strong volcanic glass,” Meredith answers. Huitzilopochtli nods. “Beneath her wings, she’s vulnerable. That’s where to strike.”

“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.

Chloe announced to her assembled classmates, "we are going to learn about the life cycle of the painted lady butterfly. Anya, please distribute the coloring sheets." Anya handed out the pages with the efficiency of a seasoned assistant. "I colored mine already. I used purple." "Butterflies aren't purple," one of the boys protested. "Some butterflies are purple," Chloe said firmly. "The purple emperor butterfly is native to Europe and parts of Asia. It's very rare." "How do you know that?" "I read books. You should try it sometime."

"Are you a male or a female wolf dragon? I need to know this very important information." "By my voice alone you could clearly tell that I am a female who resides in a female body," Obsidian responded in her deep rumbling deep voice. It was not hard at all to miss the fact that it looked as if Obsidian had just rolled her massive eyes at Dika in exasperation, which made Nyxoria snort with laughter.

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