Pretty Moth Novelas e Histórias

The prosecutor rose again, his eyebrows filled with anxiety. Mu Zi's expression was innocent as she looked at the judge, "I just think that the witness doesn't know enough about the habits of this type of moth, it is clearly written in the appraisal report that this type of moth will only lay eggs on the host plant, as if the host plant of many phoenix butterflies is the aristolochia, if there is no such plant as aristolochia, will they go to another plant to lay eggs? No, they wouldn't, they would just die."

She brought it closer to his face and Bolton took a step back swiftly. "Oh my God! You don't say. Is that what I think it is?" His golden eyes lit up with excitement. "Yes, my love. This right here is a Wormwood Moth. The moth that destroys any being even the immortals. One sniff of powder from its wings is enough to slowly take your life. You will not realize it until it's too late." "When are you planning to put it to play? Where?" His eagerness would serve to irritate her but she was too engrossed in her evil plan to mind him.

My skin had muted down to normal, but its previous glow must have been enough to attract the attention of a moth, which landed on my hand. It was a large moth, perhaps six inches across, and had a bright red, furry body and two, large, ruby spots on its wings; giving it the appearance of predator eyes. They even glimmered a little like cat eyes; the opalescence in the moth dust catching the moonlight. Those wings shivered as the moth tip-toed slowly up my arm to cling to my shoulder. "Hey there." I glanced down at it; not at all bothered by its presence. This insect was one of mine, a twilight creature, and I sensed our connection immediately. "I'm on a super secret mission to rescue a bunch

‘Let's see who'll embarrass who?’ The man's face suddenly turned sour. “Are you challenging my judgement, young lady?” I gave a curtsey then said, “I'm very sure I can recognise this beast. It's a rare specie, so you people could most likely have mistaken it for the Copper-winged Eagle, right?” “This... so you know it's a Copper-winged Eagel?” he asked.

Her croaked voice boomed through the hallway, bouncing within the cells with an icy tone, reducing everyone to silence once again. She continued her search within the contents of her bag, reaching into a minuscule pocket only to pull out what seemed to be an even smaller cocoon, it's silk tightly wrapped around whatever creature rested within. Closing her eyes, she covered the cocoon with one hand, the dormant creature resting within the palm of her free hand as a faint glow of green emanated from the crevice. Seconds passed, Kyra's lips mumbled undistinguishable murmurs before opening her hands, revealing a snowy white moth had crawled out of its protective shell. It's wings, sparkling with

She sees my laptop. "Don't even think about it" I mumble knowing she can't hear me. She takes my Laptop; of course, she knows my password. It's the word password. Damn, I should have cleared my browsing history and quick access. Who am I kidding? I don't have to care anymore. I get behind the couch to see what she's doing. She types in my password, revealing my wallpaper; a blue butterfly.